Page 89 of Blissful Devotion

“This is…” She looks up at me, and I swear she nearly steals the air from my lungs.

“Too much?” I offer, feeling slightly silly because it is a lot.

“Amazing.”

Well, maybe not too much after all.

The radio starts to play as previews roll, and I get comfortable, pulling out her snacks and a few drinks as I lean into the pile of pillows.

I watch as Kat debates what to grab and almost laugh. I guess Des really does know her favorite candies.

“They’re all for you. Take whatever you want,” I tell her, and she frowns at me.

“What about you?”

Of course she’s worried about me.

“I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. We can grab a burger after, from down the street; they have the best in town.”

She still seems unsure, so I hold my arms up for her. “The only sweet thing I want is currently not at my side because she’s debating about candy.”

She rolls her eyes, grabs both bags, and crawls over to me. My cock twitches to life as I watch her before she curls into me and fills my every sense.

I’ve never seen whatever this is, some movie about a castle that moves. She’d told Des she loved it as a kid and would love to see it again, so I figured why not. It doesn’t matter, though; in all, I probably see about twenty minutes of it, as she takes all my focus.

I could lie like this forever, though.

The credits roll, and for a second I worry she's fallen asleep. I wouldn’t blame her; my arm has been asleep since about five minutes in, but I didn’t dare say anything because I didn’t want her to move.

“Burgers?” she asks, peeking up at me through her lashes, and I scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder, laughing when she squeals in surprise.

“Vince!” Her voice is high with her obvious embarrassment, but I don’t give a shit about anyone here but us.

Jumping down, I smack a hand to her backside and stop dead when she does the same.

“Brat,” I mumble as I continue toward her door, pulling it open and dropping her on the seat.

“Caveman,” she sasses, pursing her lips or trying to; her smile pulls at her lips, letting me know she isn’t really mad.

She’s always enjoyed this little game, which is why we play it.

“Buckle up,” I tell her before I swing the door shut. I slide my shoes on, grab hers, slide the cover back on, then slide back into the driver's seat.

Handing over her shoes, I see that she did, in fact, buckle. It was a toss-up what she would do. I grip her wrist as she reaches for her shoes and pull her toward me, pressing our lips together in a kiss that isn’t nearly enough but will have to do for now. Anything more and I might just try to have her climb on my lap right here.

Fuck.

“Good girl.” I release her wrist, and she slowly pulls away, her nostrils flaring at the praise.

It was meant to tease her, but honestly it probably did just as much to me watching the way she reacts.

Fuck, we have to go.

I pull on my own belt and head out; the diner is only a few minutes down the street, but somehow it feels like it takes far too long. It’s impossible to miss the way her eyes burn into me; the radio is off this time, and the quiet is nearly deafening.

It doesn’t help that I’m so fucking hard that just the way her eyes trace what I’m sure is a clear bulge in my jeans is enough to have me teetering on the damn edge.

The diner is empty, so we order and get food pretty quickly. Kat had asked for the same thing I got, and when she takes her first bite and loudly moans at the flavor, I nearly have to excuse myself to the bathroom.