Kissing in Cars (Kiss and Make Up #1)(32)

"Stop distracting me." She swipes at me with the back of her hand but misses, eyes still staring up at the menu board and she is still biting her lip.

"How am I distracting you?" Seriously, inquiring minds want to know because all damn night she's been driving me crazy. In the best possible way of course...

Molly levels me with those bright green eyes, but finds it hard to keep a straight face. She reaches for my forearm and pulls me to a standing position, releasing my arm quickly like she's been burned. It's the first time we've touched - ever - and holy shit, I can still feel the imprint from her fingers lingering on my skin. "Here, since you know what you want, why don't you go first."

Scott, the kid behind the counter has his eyes glued on Molly during this whole playful exchange and I take one step closer to her, marking my territory.

Look away kid. Look away.

"That one's easy: I'll have a turtle sundae. Four scoops of ice cream, extra pecans, extra hot fudge, extra cherries." I slap my palm on the counter for emphasis, and shoot my fingers pointedly at Molly like a gun. "And go."

She raises her eyebrows at me, probably impressed that I eat ice cream like such a boss.

"Give me...the flavor of the day, one scoop, in a chocolate waffle cone." She smiles brightly, pleased with herself for finally having made up her mind.

"Boring...." I fake a yawn, patting my mouth. Molly bumps me playfully with her shoulder. "Let's go sit at that table while we wait for young Scott here to fix our dessert." I'm not proud to admit it, but I give the kid an arrogant smirk before placing my hand on the small of Molly's back and guiding her to a small corner booth, my palm so low on her backside I'm practically stroking her ass.

Any excuse to touch her, right?





Chapter Fourteen





MOLLY


"Make him work real hard for that first kiss. Okay. Maybe not that hard." - Jenna, totally contradicting herself.



"Well, I guess this is me," I state the obvious as Weston pulls his dad's Hummer into the turnaround in front of my house and cuts the engine. The porch lights shine their soft glow into the cab, and suddenly the air is hotter and the atmosphere is thick with expectation. There is a strip of light shining across his eyes like a mask, but the rest of his face is bathed in shadows. I look over to the garage, inwardly groaning when I see Matt's white Tahoe parked next to my Wrangler. Shit, shit, double shit. The lights are on inside the house and I know the longer we sit here, the less time we have before Matt comes busting out of the house to interrogate my date.

I draw in a long breath, then letting it slowly out (in a move learned in yoga class) turning to Weston, who has his arm stretched out with his hand on the back of my headrest. Just the close proximity of that hand - the hand that's not even doing anything but rest there, for heaven's sake - has my heart fluttering like a butterfly being tossed in the breeze.

Weston glances at the house. "Yeah, I guess this is your stop." His eyes shine and crinkle at the corner, and his lips lift into a smile. The kind of smile that makes me want to lean over and kiss the crooks of his mouth.

I glance down at the large center council placed in between us and frown. Crap that's inconvenient: Now I can't get any closer by scooting over. "Walk me to the door?"





WESTON


I jog around to Molly's side of the car to get her door, the whole time wondering if she's the type of girl who kisses on the first date. God, I hope so... We walk leisurely up the porch steps, taking them slowly one at a time, neither of us in a hurry to reach the top.

The black jacket Molly had been wearing earlier in the date had since been removed, and her shoulders are smooth and shimmery. "Do you have something on your arms? It looks like... glitter?" I ask.

"Yeah its, uh, body dust. Jenna practically had to hold me down to get it on me." She scoffs with a laugh, running her hands up and down her arms self-consciously. "It's not normally my thing."

"I'm not complaining..."

"It's edible," she abruptly blurts out, then looks horrified with herself - but I suddenly find this the most fascinating thing she's said all night. Wow, how did I not know this before? Girls have body stuff that you can eat? That's totally weird, and also, hot. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that."

"Um, I hate to break it to you Molly, but edible body glitter just became my new favorite thing as of right this second."

"Well... then I guess it's my new favorite thing too."

"So I'm wondering...do you think we should just kiss already to break this tension?" I suggest with a good deal of hope in my voice, extending my right hand towards her. Smiling, Molly takes it and steps towards me as I tug, pulling her against me.





MOLLY


With our bodies pressed this close together, it's hard not to notice every solid muscle of Weston's firm body. Resting both my hands on his firm chest I let them roam a little before snaking them unhurriedly around to his back.

I've never in my life felt a guy up before.

But he must like it, because it's earning me a low growl of approval before Weston tips his head down and presses his lips lightly to my forehead... he trails them down to my temple, kissing the delicate skin by my eyes. I let out a long satisfied sigh as he pushes back my hair with his large hand, the contact with my bare skin sends a ripple of electricity down my spine and I shiver. Weston leans back to look in my eyes, then grinning, continues lavishing kisses near my ear, nipping at my lobe with his teeth.