His body wasn’t so still this time. Things stirred and crashed and thrummed. And when she let out this soft little noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan and pressed herself closer to him, there was hardening.

Rapid hardening. Quick-dry-cement hardening.

Oh fuck no. Tucker pulled back abruptly, his breath a rough kind of pant as he sucked in the oxygen his lungs demanded. “What are you doing?” Which was possibly the dumbest question ever uttered by a guy being kissed by a girl in the front seat of a truck.

But this was not happening.

“I’m…kissing you?” She frowned like it was some kind of test and he’d just asked her a trick question.

But why, for fuck’s sake? “You shouldn’t do that.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Didn’t like? In the grand scheme of kisses, it was not the flashiest or most technically challenging he’d ever experienced. In fact, it was fair to say Tucker had been the recipient of kisses that would have been perfectly at home in a porn film.

This kiss wasn’t like that.

This gossamer brush of mouth on mouth? And that little noise. Like it was enough and yet nowhere near enough at the same time. This kiss belonged in a movie. The non-porn type. The kind where the music swelled at the end and the lovers kissed for the very first time and even though the credits rolled there was no doubt the couple was about to get it on.

And he’d liked it too damn much.

“That’s not what I said.”

The little v between her eyes disappeared and a smile touched her lips. “You did like it.”

“Della…whether I liked it or not is not the point.”

“It isn’t?”

Tucker shook his head. “No.”

“But…you must have an opinion?”

“Nope.” Hell no. He’d already gotten himself into way too much trouble with that damn sexy dress, and he wasn’t heading back down that rabbit hole. “Other than that this”—he pointed back and forth between the two of them—“is not an option.”

She folded her arms and huffed out a breath. “You said I should make out a bit.”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Isn’t making out in cars a part of the whole dating experience?”

“Not with me.” Tucker didn’t exactly yell, but he did poke himself in the chest a lot harder than he should have as he tried and failed to keep the exasperation out of his voice.

Della, on the other hand, had no such compunction as her arms dropped. “Why not with you?”

“Della.” Tucker gaped at her. Was she for real? “You know why not.”

“Because of Arlo?”

“Yes, because of Arlo,” he snapped. “Because you’re my friend’s sister.”

“Because of some dumb bro code?” she demanded.