How anyone can take their eyes off of her, I don’t know.
“You’re staring,” she whispers only seconds before she turns to me. “Why are you staring?”
“I can’t look at you?”
“Not like that.”
“Says who?” My brow arches.
“Me,” Natalia says, breathless. Her eyes turn into something fiery and sultry, taking a siren shape that is pulling me, a poor sailor, down to his death. Her full, plump lips part with a shaky breath and she leans forward.
“Natalia,” I breathe, my body leaning forward to mirror her actions. “Sweetheart…”
“Yeah?”
She inches forward; I inch forward. Her eyes fall to my lips, my eyes fall to hers.
“I’m going to kiss you,” I warn and leave only an inch between us. I tuck her curls behind her ears and cup her cheeks. “Tell me now—tell me if you want me to stop.”
Natalia swallows and her eyes flutter closed. “Are we sure we should do this again?”
“Are we sure that we shouldn’t?”
Natalia shakes her head and her fingers delve into my hair. “No. I’m not.”
“Do you regret it?” I ask again because I’m a masochist and if she says yes then I’ll break right here.
Natalia pulls back, her fingers in my hair, reminding me I’m human, and slowly shakes her head. “No.”
“Will you regret it?”
“No,” she breathes.
For that answer alone, I kiss her the way I’ve been dreaming about. It’s slow. It’s gentle. And even though she tugs hard at my hair to urge me on, I don’t. My lips mold with hers and move effortlessly, and when my tongue slides against hers she lets out a breathy sigh.
Natalia pulls back only an inch to breathe, “Rowan.”
Then her lips are back against mine. Her kisses are tranquil, forgiving, merciful—all of it. I pull her over me to straddle my thighs as I peel off her shirt and she nearly rips apart my sweater, bonking her head on the roof in the process but remaining unphased by it. I unclip her bra, and it gets lost somewhere, but I can’t think of anything otherthan getting her naked and worshipping every inch of her skin.
My hands roam, coaxing breathy moans and whimpers from her as I flick my thumbs over her nipples, cup her breasts, grasp her ass, lick at her skin. It’s happening too quickly and I need to get as much as I possibly can but I need it to slow down so I can get even more.
“W-We need ground rules,” Natalia breathes just before biting into her lip and grinding her hips down. I suck her nipple and her mouth falls open with a hitched breath that transforms into a breathy moan.
“Like what?”
“Well…” She inhales sharply when I drag my teeth across her nipples. “We shouldn’t be having sex in public.”
“We’re in my car,” I mumble against her breasts, taking my time to lick and suck and bite.
“Rowan,” she groans, her nimble fingers reaching between us for my pants. “It’s public.”
“It’s the drive-in,” I say. “Everyone hooks up at the drive-in.”
“It’s still public.”
“Fuck it.” I hold her with an arm around her to turn our bodies until she’s on her back. I kiss up her body, worshipping every inch the way I’ve been desperate to do for years.
“Oh fuck,” she moans and tries her best to push my pants and boxers off my hips. “Don’t st-stop.”
