Her smile was radiant, and it took his breath away. "I'm having a wonderful afternoon and I can't thank you enough for taking the time out of your day to humor me."
"You can thank me by going out on another date with me," he told her, and when she looked surprised, he wondered if he'd pushed it too far, if she was going to get skittish on him. He had to try, though. He hadn't been this fascinated with a woman in what felt like forever. "Was this a date?" Her tone was light and teasing, but she glanced down at her lap before looking over at him, and he realized she was shy. "Parts of it count."
"Which parts?"
"The parts where I want to lean over and kiss you."
"Oh," Annie said softly. Her lips parted and she grew silent, then said, "Are there a lot of those parts?"
"Happens about once every two minutes," he admitted with a smile. "Hope you don't think less of me for being a little single-minded."
"Not at all. I appreciate honesty." There was a hint of color rising under those freckles. "Do you think we should kiss?" Dustin kept his expression carefully neutral, because reaching across the cab of the truck and pulling her against him would probably be frowned on. Probably. "I'd reckon that's your call." She thought for a moment, her gaze flicking to his mouth as if considering her options. "If we kiss, I don't want you to think I want a boyfriend." He laughed. "If it helps, I don't think I'm boyfriend material."
"But you still want to kiss me." 
It was a statement, not a question. 
"You look pretty kissable to me. And I like kissing. And I like you, so I figure I'll like kissing you."
"Can't argue with that logic." 
Annie licked her lips. 
"All right. Fine. Let's do it." 
Such enthusiasm. He bit back a laugh. 
"As long as we're sure it doesn't mean anything to either of us," he said gravely. 
"Oh, just shut up and kiss me so I can quit wondering about it." 
Was she wondering about it? He liked that he wasn't the only one. 
"Lean in, then." 
Obediently, Annie leaned forward, and as she did, he noticed she was breathing rapidly, her hands fluttering slightly in her lap. Nerves? That seemed ridiculous, given that she was so damn appealing. He loved the freckles on her eyelids, the pale lashes, the curve of her cheek, the way she responded with sarcasm. He loved her big heart and the fact that she stoutly told him she did not want a boyfriend. Annie Grissom had him fascinated, all right. So he touched her chin and met her halfway. Her mouth parted under his, soft and sweet. She tasted like strawberry milkshake and Dustin had to bite back a groan when she pulled his hat off and tossed it aside, as if she made out with cowboys every day. They shared a light, teasing caress, more of a flirtation of lips than anything else, and he was content to keep it light. Gentle. Playful. But then she made this lovely, deep noise of pleasure in her throat, and he was lost. 
Screw playful. 
Dustin's hand went to the back of her neck and he cupped it even as he slicked his tongue against the seam of her mouth. She moaned, opening up to allow him in. With a plunge of his tongue, he claimed her mouth with a hard, possessive stroke, loving how she responded. Her tongue played against his, her hands sliding to his shirt to hold him in place—as if he'd leave—and the kiss grew deeper, more urgent. He was lost in the moment, lost to everything but the feel of her mouth against his. It was a fantastic kiss. He wanted to keep going forever, to pull her into his lap and strip that sweater off of her and discover if she was freckled everywhere. As his tongue slicked against hers again, Annie gave another sultry little moan.