I force myself not to rush this with her. It’s just us together, kissing, exploring each other. A chance to get more intimatebefore her heat. But when she whispers my name, I can’t control myself any longer. I deepen our kiss, and she takes hold of my shirt, pulling me closer to her.
I want to do so many things, but I’m also very aware of where we are and the high chance of someone stumbling on us. My hand slips under her shirt, her flesh warm against my hand. She lets out a soft moan when my hands move upward, cupping her breasts over her bra.
Her perfume fills the cab of the truck, her slick sharp and sweet. It’s taking everything in me not to lose my freaking mind, but there’s no way I’m taking anything from her that she’s not willing and ready to give.
I need to touch her, to taste her.
I pull away from her, both of us a panting mess.
“Can I touch you?”
She bites her lower lip, her teeth dragging across the plump flesh as she nods her head. She moves her hands between our bodies and undoes her pants, lifting her hips enough so she can shimmy them down, exposing her bare pussy to me.
Our lips find each other again as I slip my fingers through her wet folds. She’s drenched. I rub tiny, firm circles around her clit as she writhes beneath me, chasing the pleasure I’m giving her.
My fingers move lower, finding her opening, and I slip one, then two fingers inside, making sure the heel of my palm presses on her clit. I move my fingers unhurried at first, letting them go deeper inside of her, learning the rhythm that makes her gasp and arch and grip the seat so hard her knuckles go white.
It’s taking every ounce of my control not to rip my clothing off and bury my knot deep inside of her. It’s only a few moments later when she comes undone, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she comes.
“Fuck me,” she whispers hoarsely. The words are so out of place coming from her sweet mouth.
“I can’t wait to.”
I leave my fingers buried deep inside of her until her body relaxes, then I pull them out, making sure she watches as I suck her slick off of them.
“Thank you,” I tell her before leaning in and giving her another kiss.
I pull back just enough to catch her gaze, lingering there, both of us breathless. “You okay?” I question as my thumb brushes her cheek.
Bayleigh nods, cheeks flushed, a smile trembling on her lips. “Better than okay.”
God, it’s still so strange and wonderful at the same time to hear her voice. But I know that she has a lot of anxiety from not using it for so long.
I help her pull up her pants, redoing them, making sure her hair is back in place, before she climbs back into the front seat. It only takes a minute for us to pull into her driveway. I turn the truck off, rushing around to open her door for her.
Our fingers interlock as I walk her to the front door of her house. My body still thrums with the excitement of what we just did. I give her one final kiss, then wait as she opens the door and steps inside.
Only then do I go back to my truck. I press my back against the seat, gripping the steering wheel, breathing in her lingering scent, and tasting the memory of her kiss in the air around me.
Today has been the best day of my life.
I can finally admit it without any doubt. I’m in love with Bayleigh Lennox.
45
Lincoln
I wake before my alarm,staring at the ceiling like someone yanked me out of sleep by the collar. My heart is thudding hard enough I can feel it in my throat. It isn’t the usual morning adrenaline or leftover stress from the season. It feels like pressure under my ribs, like a hand pushing from the inside out. A tug. A pull. A direction.
Bayleigh.
The thought hits so fast I almost fall out of bed. My body reacts before my brain does. I push upright and scrub both hands over my face, trying to get my breathing under control, but the urge doesn’t fade. I need to see her. I need to smell her, to make sure she’s okay, to make sure she still wants us.
I breathe in deep, hoping her scent is still on my skin or lingering in my room, but it’s faint. Barely there. It makes something greedy and instinctive twist low in my gut.
I swing my legs out of bed and stand, stretching until my back pops. The house is quiet for a second, then a faint sound carries down the hall. Cabinets open, silverware clinks, someone’s moving through the house with purpose.
I follow it.
