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“Maybe.”
    “Maybe isn’t good enough.” I didn’t have to explain to her that I would demand an answer from her. The right answer. But my grip on her tightened just slightly. The pull I felt to her through our entire set was something I had never felt before. But, even though I had a pretty good idea I wasn’t riding that one solo, I needed to know from her that she wanted me too.
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly.
    My dick swelled at her sassy confidence, and instinctively, I raised my hands to cup her face. “I need to know your name before I taste this perfect little mouth like I promised. Seems only fair since you know mine.”
    “Belle. My name’s Belle,” she whispered, visibly liquefying under my touch.
    I leaned down to where the tips of our noses brushed against each other, lost in her warm chocolate gaze. “Pleasure,” was all I got out, before the pull became too strong. I couldn’t wait any longer.
    She made me feel reckless and brave and stupid, and before I could think it through, I was bending down and she was lifting up and our lips met, melded… melted. Her mouth parted naturally, surrendering, as our tongues met and glided along each other in an effortless, fluent motion. My hands slid from her jaw to the back of her neck then my fingers twisted in the hair at her nape, tilting her face upward and holding her at the exact angle I wanted.
    She grabbed on to my hips to steady herself, digging her nails into the skin through my T-shirt. It hurt so fucking good. I pulled her hair harder, and she moaned the sexiest damn moan I’d ever heard in my life. My cock throbbed in response, pushing uncomfortably up against the zipper of my jeans.
    “Fuck,” I panted, as we broke for air, my hands still buried in her long locks, “you taste even better than I coulda’ imagined, beautiful. I don’t think I could ever get tired of kissing your sweet little mouth.”
    My new favorite shade of pink stained her cheeks as she smiled up at me. “No one told you to stop, rockstar.”
    Her eyes sparked with pure lust as I feverishly claimed her mouth again. Fierce, intense, and borderline out of control, the kiss mirrored exactly how I felt. My craving for her overpowered all logical or rational thoughts. I was a man possessed.
    Without severing the kiss, I untangled my fingers from her hair and dropped my hands to her waist then lifted her off the ground to my chest. Instinctively, she locked her legs around my hips, hooking her ankles behind my back, and I began to move in the direction of my truck, which was parked in the back of the property in the employee lot, as I savored the way she felt clinging to my body. Soft. Warm. So fucking perfect.
    My truck was the first place that popped in my head where we could have some privacy without actually leaving. Having to tell my parents where I was going probably would’ve raised some questions about my age. Questions I really didn’t want her to ask. I suspected she thought I was at least twenty-one, which I knew she had to be too — that, or she had a fake ID. But with my refusal to shave over the two-week winter break, my dark facial hair made me look older as well, and I took full advantage of her assumptions.
    As we approached my fully-restored, baby blue ’56 Ford F-100, I returned her feet to the gravel and dropped a soft kiss on her swollen lips. “Hold on one sec,” I said, as I dug my keys out of my pocket to retrieve the blanket I kept in the front seat next to my favorite acoustic guitar for all those times I needed to just get away from it all to be with my music.
    “This is your truck?” she asked, the surprise in her voice evident.
    Chuckling, I snagged the blanket then turned back around to face her. “Yeah, why?”
    Next to my instruments, my truck was my baby. My other love. Along with my uncle and my dad, the three of us had worked on her for nearly two years, and when she was all finished not long after my sixteenth birthday, Dad