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Chapter Eighteen

"Want me to drive?" I ask, squeezing his arm, fluttering my lashes, puckering my lips but he just shakes his head and kisses me all sweet and heavenly. "Well played, cowboy."

He chuckles and opens the back door, shoving our stuff inside. I loop a finger through his belt loop, keeping hold of him like a stage five clinger because well I am a stage five clinger at this point. "I'm thinkin' we shouldn't chance the food in the ice chest," he says.

"I'll buy you breakfast. Actually, I'll buy you lunch. We kind of slept through breakfast…" I pull on his loop until he follows and slams the door. I can tell he's going to say no because of his sexy gentlemanly ways, so I wrap my arms around his waist and stare up at him. "Just one lunch, cowboy. It won't kill you, and hey, I'll even feed it to you."

"Yeah?" He asks, green eyes all lit up like he's excited at the prospect.

Holy cow, he must really like when I feed him.

"Yeah." My hands slide into his back pockets - I can't stop touching him - and I pull him closer. "Is that a yes?"

"I can't say no to you, Swanie," he says, bending forward to kiss my cheek.

"You told me no when I asked to drive," I remind him, smiling when his dimple winks at me.

"I never said the word, Swanie."

"So I can then?"

"If you drive, who's gonna kiss me and lay on me and feed me candy?"

"You're so spoiled," I breathe, melting against him.

He shrugs, grins, and then lifts me up, laying a hot wet kiss on my lips before opening the door and setting me inside. "Scoot, Swanie. I'm hungry."

I scoot but only to the middle, and he climbs in after me. He's wearing his cowboy hat - my heart - and his ball cap rests on my head on top of messy air dried hair. He put it there, and now I don't think I'll ever be able to take it off.

"I like that shirt," he says, glancing at me before starting the truck up.

I look down at the striped crop tee I chose, thinking it was nothing special when I put it on, but if Edward likes it then I'll never take it off. Okay, I mean I probably will, but my stomach twists and twirls with his sweet confession anyway. "Thank you. I got it at Gap."

"Yeah?" He smiles out the windshield and gets us on the road.

"Or maybe it was Tilly's. Or was it PacSun?"

"Are you askin' me, Swanie?" He chuckles, grabbing his shades and slipping them on.

I slip my phone from my pocket and bring up the camera before holding it up to Edward and snapping a picture of his gorgeous profile. "You're so handsome it hurts," I say, staring at the image on my phone. "It's unreal how handsome you are. I could take a million pictures of you and never get tired of looking at them. Well maybe not a million since it's only a 64 gig memory but…"

"You're killin' me, baby," he says, slipping a hand up my thigh and gripping lightly.

Baby.

"You really shouldn't call me that," I say, smiling down at my phone.

"You don't like it?"

"Oh, I like it," I say, taking a picture of his tan, manly hand resting on my creamy, pale thigh. I lay my hand on his and take another picture because I'm a freak of nature, but God, he's killin' me, too. "It actually gives me tingles. I like the way it sounds leaving your lips."

"Baby…" he says again, grinning, and I die.

Holding up my phone in selfie mode, I lean my head on his shoulder and snap a picture even though he's not looking. By the time this trips over, I want enough pictures to make a shrine. I won't - I just want enough in case that's something I'd ever do. "You tease," I accuse, no heat, all swoon.

He squeezes my thigh, and says, "Lunch?"

"Whatever you want, cowboy. As long as it's peanut free and doesn't involve sea creatures."

He pulls into a Wendy's drive thru, ordering burger meals and frosties, and my stomach growls in anticipation. I hand him my card, and he reluctantly takes it. He's not happy about it, and it's probably the last time he'll ever do it but it's enough for me. "Hey," I say, bumping him with my shoulder. "It's like I'm taking you out on a date - a lunch date. How sweet is that?"

"Real sweet, Swanie," he says, smirking down at me. "Do I get a kiss on this date?"

"I don't know," I say, shrugging, my smile so big my face hurts. "I guess if you're a good boy."

His fingers inch higher, and I choke on my saliva before clearing my throat. "I can be good," he says, a finger stroking along the edge of my underwear. "You want me to be good, Swanie?"

"No," I say, honestly, desperately.

"Here ya go, sir," the lady at the window says, interrupting our naughty time. If I wasn't so hungry, I'd consider throwing my frosty at her. I mean it's not her fault, but still. "You guys have a wonderful day."

Edward passes me the food and drinks and frosties and since I'm sitting in the middle, I place the drinks in their holder on the passenger seat. Edward thanks her and pulls out of the drive thru, getting us back on the road.

I dip a fry in my frosty, moaning at the delicious mix of sweet and salty. I grab another one, holding a hand beneath it in case it drips and hold it up to Edward's mouth. "Try this." He obediently opens his mouth and I shove the fry in, trembling a bit when he licks at my fingers. "You like the taste?"

He licks his lips and lifts his chin. "Keep goin'," he says, and I smile at his smile and feed him lunch, taking my time, not even caring a little about feeding myself yet.

He doesn't lift a finger, just opens his mouth while I feed him his burger and ice cream coated fries. "What are you going to do when I'm not around? Can you go back to feeding yourself?" I joke, stomach twisting at the thought.

He grips my hand and sucks off the extra ice cream, turning me on so freaking much, I want to jump his bones while he's driving. "You'll have to stay," he says. "I like you too much."

Holy freaking cow.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I say, voice steady even though my heart is a ping pong ball in my chest. I shove a plain fry in my mouth and chomp the crap out of it. Edward looks over at me, a smile lifting those lightly salted lips. "I will. Be your girlfriend, I mean."

"Yeah?"

Hell freaking yes.

Shrugging, smiling, melting completely, I say, "I mean, yeah, if the positions available. Do you need a resume?"

"Shut up," he laughs, lifting an arm and wrapping it around my neck, pulling me into his side.

I get up on my knees and tilt his hat back, pressing my lips to his scruffy cheek over and over and over. "I'm so obsessed with you," I say, kissing him one more time before sitting back down next to him.

"Same, Swanie."

"Really?"

He nods. "Really."

"Wow," I breathe. "I wish we were still in bed." I shovel melted ice cream fries in my mouth until they're gone.

"We'll find us another one."

"I can't wait," I say, biting into my burger, chewing and swallowing. "I never got to do the whole top thing. I was looking forward to that. Weren't you?"

Edward glances at me, eyes covered by those sexy sunglasses and nods before moving back to the road. "You wanna ride me later, Swanie?"

I think I'm dead. I feel like I might be.

"More than I want this burger, and I love food."

His dimple appears. "Eat," he says. "You can have both."

"Okay," I say.

"Alright."

I inhale the rest of my burger and sip half of my soda before tossing my wrapper in the bag. I pull up my music app and play Hands to Myself twice - I literally can't keep my hands to myself - before setting in on shuffle.

"So, how long until we get there?" I ask, rubbing a hand up and down Edward's thigh. He lays his on mine and links our fingers together.

"I'm tryin' to get to Alabama. It'll probably be dark. You wanna stop?"

"No, no, that's okay. I was just wondering." I lean my head on his shoulder. "Don't you get tired of driving? I'd probably fall asleep staring at nothing but the black top for hours on end. I'm kind of glad you don't let me drive."

"Yeah?" He squeezes my fingers.

"Yeah. If I was driving I couldn't touch you and stare at you and you're right - I wouldn't be able to feed you. I think I like feeding you more than you like me feeding you."

"I'm thinkin' that's not true," he says.

"No?" I rub my nose into his arm, smelling the hell out of him like a psycho. "You smell so good," I say before shutting my mouth.

"Swanie…"

"Yeah?"

"Keep talkin'."

"What? Why?"

"I like your voice and how you say whatever's on your mind."

"Yeah, mom always says my mouth is going to get me into trouble. She said when I was a baby I used to never shut up. It's not really my fault, ya know, like how can I just not talk. Mouths were made for talking. And well eating and maybe other things…"

"Other things?"

Grinning, I shrug. "I don't know. Tasting which technically could fall in the eating category. Licking - okay, that's still in the eating category…"

Edward shifts, and I look up at him. "What're you lookin' at, Swanie?" He asks, eyes on the road.

"Just your pretty face, cowboy."

I think he's blushing. God, he's freaking cute.

He doesn't say anything else, but his hand grips mine like he means business - like he never wants to let go.

After ten minutes of silence, Edward says, "I know what else you could do with your mouth," and my mouth drops open in shock, lust, I don't freaking know!

Swallowing roughly, I sit a little straighter. Is he going to say what I think he's going to say. "Oh?"

"Blow…"

I gasp.

"...bubbles," he finishes, and I slap him in the chest, giggling myself completely stupid.

"I thought you were going to say something else."

"Yeah?" He says, the smile in his voice freaking turning me on. Everything about him turns me on. "Like what?"

"You know…"

"I don't think I do, Swanie."

"You lie," I say, loudly, smiling like a straight up fool.

He shakes his head, grinning. "What'd you think, baby?"

"That's not fair," I say. "You can't call me baby and get me all melty so I'll say what you want me to say."

"Baby," he says, all husky, his smile huge.

"Stop."

His laugh is everything. "Just say it, Swanie. I wanna hear you say it."

"Edward, really, this isn't very gentlemanly of you," I joke.

"Swanie, tell me," he says, rubbing his thumb along mine. "Come here and whisper it in my ear."

Oh my God.

"I don't want to make you wreck. If I say it, you'll want to stop before we get to Alabama, and I'm just really looking forward to Florida," I lie. "Plus, I'm a good girl. Good girls don't say naughty words." I bury my face in the sleeve covering his arm, hiding the stupid smile on my face. He makes me feel giddy and completely insane.

Edward's hand tightens in mine. "Naughty, huh?"

I nod against his arm. "I've never done it before," I say, kissing his arm.

"You wanna do it, Swanie?"

My face is on fire. "Yeah." Lifting my head, I stare out the windshield before letting Edward go and sitting up on my knees again. I kiss Edward's cheek, his jaw, loving his sharp inhale of breath. "I still think you're a gentleman, cowboy," I say, running a hand up and down his chest.

"Yeah?" His throat bobs with his swallow. "Even if I'm dyin' for you to whisper a naughty word in my ear?"

Giggling, I nod my head, placing my lips on his ear. "Were you thinkin' I could taste and lick and suck on your…"

"My?" Edward asks, dimple out.

"...cock," I breathe my face on fire, my legs like jelly, my stomach a mess of out of control butterflies. "I'll do it, if you want me to."

"Fuck," Edward says.

Just fuck.

"You want me to?" I ask, kissing his scrumptious cheek again before plopping down on my butt, needing the clarification like I need my last breath.

"Yeah, Swanie," he says, roughly, running a hand up my thigh. "I'll be gentle with you."

"Okay."

"Alright," he says.

"I like being your girlfriend," I say.

"I like bein' your boyfriend, naughty girl," he says, chuckling like the adorable guy he is.

Edward's my boyfriend.

Holy cow.

I don't really know what I'm doing, but I kind of like it.

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