Page 109 of Wrecked

“Adam said you needed it.”

“Oh.” My eyes shoot wide. “Yes. Thank you.”

As soon as Rick is out the door, I hurry down the ladder and over to the toolbox. Inside is a piece of loose-leaf, perfectly ripped at the seam.

Your note is just like you—sweet and spicy.

First, I will start with the sweet. The alluring smell of your perfume has been haunting me for years. Not because of the scent. Because of the girl who wears it and the memories it evokes.

That day in the driveway, you were going to ask me a question. I knew it was if I felt that thing that was happening between us. The answer was going to be yes. The answer was going to be that I dreamed of you and the smell of your perfume that had been left on my shirt after spending the day with you. The answer was that I was tired of fighting it and wanted it to be you in my arms, not some old shirt that I refused to wash because it was all I had of you. I wanted you. I needed you.

And that leads me to the spicy. Now that I’ve had you, I have seven years of dreaming to make up for. I will start by licking that sweet scent off your skin, starting with your inner thigh. I will continue until I am buried in my most perfect heaven—sucking, licking, tasting you until you are drenched with your need for me and screaming my name.

Have I mentioned how much I love to hear you scream my name?

The room suddenly feels hot. Oh-so very hot. I put the note in my bag and search for something to write on. All I have is a coaster and a Sharpie. It’s so pathetic, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I tap the Sharpie on my chin as I take a moment to decide if I should go with sweet or spicy.

Your name is the last name I plan to ever scream.

Score one for me being sweet and spicy in one line. I place it in the toolbox, head downstairs, and look for Adam. He’s watering the sod as I walk over to him.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says, reminding me of the rules we made.

I hold out the box. “Then, I wouldn’t be able to tell you something.”

He closes an eye with a pensive look.

“I can’t wait until I can wrap my mouth around you and suck it so good that your knees will drop to the floor.”

With a cordial smile, I strut back into the house. Okay, I went double spicy. But this is so much fun.

By the time the day is over and I’m packing up to leave, I’m slightly disappointed that the toolbox hasn’t worked its way back up to me. I say good-bye to the crew and look back toward the houses. I don’t see Adam or his car. It’s surprising that he would leave before me.

I climb into the Blue Whore and start my drive home. I’m not yet on the highway when a red light flashes behind me. There’s no siren, just the flash of a single police light shining in the sunset. I look at the speedometer. I’m not going over the speed limit. My seat belt is on, and I’m not on the phone. With a huff, I put my blinker on and pull over to the side of the road.

When I see past the light, I notice it’s not a police car at all, just Adam’s pickup truck with a removable light that he placed on the roof. When he steps out of the truck, he strolls over to the side of my car.

I roll down my window. “Yes, Officer?”

He leans down, his elbows on the window frame. He slides off his sunglasses and looks into the car. “Do you know why you were pulled over?”

“Busted taillight?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“Alluring coconuts?” I tease with a shimmy.

He smiles and shakes his head again.

I frown. “Want me to make good on that blow job?”

He laughs lightly and says, “No.” He brings his hand to the side of my head, weaving his fingers in my hair, pulls me in, and whispers against my lips, “I just wanted to kiss my girlfriend good-bye.”

This kiss is passionate. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight. I fall into the kiss. When he pulls away, my lips are still yearning for more.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you, too.” I take his hand and kiss his knuckles.