Snake Charmer (Rawkfist MC Book 2) by Bijou Hunter Page B

me,” I explain, sliding
closer. “Now I can hold you close and let my fingers explore your sweaty flesh.
That was brave of you to offer me such access.”
    “Umm… I’m not sure I…”
    My lips shut up her weak protestation.
Journey might not be confident about the dating gig, but she’s a fan of
kissing. This time, when noisy people pass us, our lips remain stuck together.
Journey’s hands slide up the back of my shirt while she lifts her legs over
mine. Soon, she’s on my lap, ready to crawl under my skin.
    Journey actually growls when I pry free
my lips. I feel her tensing in my arms until my mouth latches onto the spot
where her throat and shoulder curve together. Sighing approvingly, she relaxes
in my embrace even while digging her fingers into my back. If a little neck
action riles up Journey this much, I can’t wait to strip her down alone
somewhere.
    A half hour of her hips pressed against
mine, sending my erection into a painful funk, is all I enjoy before Journey
regains her senses and pulls away.
    Fumbling with her backpack, she
pretends her panties aren’t drenched and her nipples don’t stretch the fabric
of her shirt.
    “What now?” she says while we walk back
to my car. “Did this hiking date go well?”
    “What do you think?”
    “How would I know?”
    “Did you have fun?”
    “I didn’t like hiking.”
    “What about the part where you hung out
with me?”
    Journey caresses her lips and gives me
a once over. She won’t provide my ego any easy comfort. Instead, she considers
our day together and shrugs.
    “You were agreeable.”
    Even as she says the words, Journey
wraps her arms around me and squeezes my ass.
    “Your lips say one thing, but your
inquisitive hands say something completely different.”
    Grinning wide, she gives my ass another
squeeze. “Not really. My hands think you’re agreeable too.”
    “My hands like you too,” I say, kissing
her forehead gently while my hands cover her curvy ass.
    “Is this how dates are supposed to
end?” she asks, leaning her head on my chest as her hands get comfortable in my
back pockets.
    “Sure, why the fuck not?”
    “Is this how you usually end dates?”
    “I don’t go on dates.”
    “So you’re just making crap up as you
go along?”
    “Again, why the fuck not?”
    “Should we have another date or end
this one with the knowledge that it couldn’t have gone any better considering
it involved hiking?”
    “I’d like another date. I think your
fingers digging into my ass want another date too.”
    Journey laughs against my chest. “They
find you very agreeable.”
    “So you’ll go out with me again, and
we’ll fondle each other. Might even have a conversation that doesn’t involve
shitty food or how much we dislike other people.”
    “You’re probably aiming too high with
those expectations, but I guess you’re just a dreamer.”
    “For you, I’m giving the dreamer
schtick a try. I promise nothing.”
    “I wouldn’t believe your promises
anyway.”
    “I’ll take you home now, so you can get
a cold shower.”
    “Cold showers are for repressed church
types. I have a vibrator, and it’s my date for the evening.”
    Journey knows what her words do to me,
yet she isn’t flirting. She says what she thinks and faces the consequences of her
words.
    I’m the opposite. I contemplate a
situation to death before finally acting. With Journey, I waited for months to
make my move. I know I’ll have to move more quickly if I want to keep her.
Except we’re both set in our ways, and I doubt either of us is willing to
change.

16 Snake Charmers
    Journey
     
     
    N o doubt I’ve lost my mind.
    Watching Donovan leave, I’m thrilled
he’s gone, and I’m home. I’m also ready to burst into tears and desperate for
him to return. Dating sucks, and I could spend a lifetime without it. Except I
also crave Donovan and his approval.
    Blaming lust for my weird, all over the
place thoughts, I figure I’ll be okay after I