He grabbed my face and kissed me. “Done.”
“And do it again tomorrow.”
He grinned. “Tomorrow? Thought you only ever wanted today.”
My hands slid behind him, worming their way under his jacket and shirt, caressing the warm skin along his back. “You make me greedy.”
“Greedy? Is that the best word you’ve got?”
I grinned. “Delirious?”
“You can do better.” He nipped at my lips as his hands covered my butt.
“Wanton?”
“Now we’re getting there.” He kissed my neck. “Keep going …”
I giggled, sliding one hand just beneath his waistband, my nails pressing into the hard muscles of his glutes. “Brazen.”
“Move your hand to the front of my jeans … then you can be brazen.”
“That would be more inappropriate.”
“You think?”
I gasped as his hand made a swift transition from my butt to diving into the front of my jeans and panties.
In. McDonald’s. Parking. Lot.
“Titillating. Salacious. And maybe a little indecent.” He rubbed me in slow circles.
“Provocative?” he whispered in my ear.
“F-fisher … s-stop.”
“I did.”
I felt the curl of his lips along my cheek, a triumphant grin. He had stopped. It was me moving against his idle hand.
Yanking his hand from the inside of my jeans, I took a quick step backward, flushed and a little breathless.
After biting back his smile for a few seconds, he eyed the family climbing into their minivan parked on the other side of my car. “I think about you a lot, and then I touch myself.” He slid his gaze to mine and added the most mischievous grin.
My cheeks flamed.
His lips twisted for a beat. “Not as good as you touch me, but it suffices.”
Dirty talking in the parking lot of McDonald’s. Who did that?
We did.
It wasn’t something you could put on a dating app. The things that really made two people click were not something anyone would ever even think to put on a dating app.
“Twelve across. A bird’s wishbone.”
Fisher blinked once. Once! “Merrythought.”
“I hate you.” I turned and stomped my way to the driver’s side of my car.
His soft chuckle followed me, and before I could shut my door, he planted his body in its way and ducked his head, putting his big, arrogant mug in my face. “Nine down. Extravagant boasting.”
I didn’t know, so remained silent so he’d think I didn’t care.
“First letter is G, fourth letter is C.”
I still didn’t know.
“Gasconade.” He kissed my mouth, but I didn’t kiss him back. “I liked you. Five years ago … I liked you.”
My anger subsided, being replaced with curiosity. Why did he say that?
“You knew I liked crossword puzzles. That’s why you mentioned it. You were trying to jog a memory. But I hadn’t forgotten about my love of crossword puzzles. I also hadn’t forgotten that I didn’t tell people about it. But you knew. That’s why you made them for me. That’s why you tease me with twelve across. I liked you. That’s the only reason I would have told you. I liked you a lot. I wouldn’t have told you had I not liked you a lot. Because Angie knows I won spelling bees, but she’s never mentioned the puzzles. She’s oblivious to it, which means I never told her. So … the question I have for you is … did you know I liked you?”