The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [219]
Gabe groaned, then laughed. He rested his forehead against the steering wheel for one second, then swiveled to snare her with his gaze. “Are you absolutely sure you want to see a movie?”
Not quite understanding, Elizabeth glanced at the billboard announcing which titles would be playing tonight. The first movie was Tonya’s Revenge. Probably an action movie, she decided—not her favorite. But while it didn’t sound exactly scintillating, she was very curious. “I’d like to see at least a bit of it, since this is another first for me. Why?”
Gabe hesitated to answer as he pulled up to the small cashier’s window and handed over a couple of bills. The attendant, evidently someone Gabe knew based on his greeting and his curiosity as he speared a flashlight into the car to check out Elizabeth, winked and handed Gabe his change. “Enjoy the movie,” he said with a wide grin. Gabe answered with a muttered oath.
Elizabeth looked around as Gabe parked the car toward the back of the lot. Already people had set up lawn chairs and blankets or turned their trucks around to relax in the truck beds. Gabe moved as far away from the others as he could.
“You don’t want to stay, do you?” Elizabeth didn’t want to force him into something he was reluctant to do.
Gabe’s frown became more pronounced. “I’m having second thoughts, that’s all.”
Her stomach pitched in very real dread. “Second thoughts? You mean you don’t want to—”
In a sudden move, Gabe grabbed her by the back of the neck and hauled her close, then treated her to a hot, deep, tongue-licking kiss that left her shaken. With his mouth still touching hers, he said, “I want,” he assured her in a low growl. “But I’d rather be back at your apartment where I could get you naked and feast on you in private.”
Elizabeth could barely get her heavy eyelids to open. Her heart felt ready to burst, her skin too tight, her breasts and belly too sensitive. Breathless, she asked, “And you’d let me touch you, too?”
“Hell, yeah.” He kissed her again, short and sweet. “But I don’t want you to miss any firsts here, sugar. And every American woman should experience the drive-in at least once. Better late than never, I suppose.”
Elizabeth nuzzled his warm throat, just as she’d imagined doing. She luxuriated in his exotic, enticing scent. What would it be like to have that scent surrounding her all night long? Trying to follow the conversation, she asked, “Because the movies are good?”
Gabe grinned, but it was a carnal grin, filled with determination and sultry heat. “No, baby.” He held her a little closer, his hand splayed on the small of her back. “It’s because getting groped at the drive-in is practically a tradition. You can’t really be at the movies without doing at least a little petting. The lights are dim, the movie’s boring and all that body heat builds up. It’s just natural to get a little frisky.”
Elizabeth considered that, then slowly slid both hands up Gabe’s chest to his shoulders, then around his neck. “How about if I want to do a lot of petting?”
“Then I’ll maybe last through half a movie. Maybe.” He cradled her head between his hands and rubbed her cheekbones with his thumbs. “But I’m not making any promises, sweetheart, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
9
SHE WAS DRIVING him crazy. Lizzy’s sweet, hot mouth opened on his throat and she made a nearly incoherent sound of discovery and excitement. “You taste so good, Gabe. Do you taste the same all over?”
Feeling her soft lips move against his skin, he tightened painfully from toes to scalp. He wanted to let her explore, to take her time and experience everything, but he wasn’t sure he’d live through it. “You can find out later,” he murmured, and just saying the words almost sent him off the deep end while images of her mouth on his abdomen, his thighs, in between, fired him. He groaned.
She leaned back slightly and looked at the movie. “What?”
There was a breathless excitement to her tone as she anticipated another love scene on the big screen. He’d had no idea Lizzy would be so receptive to the somewhat cheesy, low-grade