There was no hesitation. He was instantly flicking on his turn signal and merging out of traffic, finding a curb to pull up to and parallel park us at. My leg grew cold when he took his hand away momentarily to slam the gearshift up, causing me to grit my teeth from calling out.
I kept a hold of him, the tendons at his wrist moving against my palm. He settled his hand back over my knee, turning in his seat to fully face me. “You okay?”
No,I wanted to snap.
What kind of question was that, anyway?
How could he have no idea what the hell he was doing to me?
To be that goddamn oblivious to how fucked up I was even sitting next to him in this cramped luxury car with the smell of these leather seats and his cologne overwhelming me?—
He grabbed at my chin, forcing me to look over.
“Brandon,” he said, his face mere inches from mine. “Do you not want to do this? Dinner?”
My tongue was tied, my mind too busy focusing on the thumb that absentmindedly trailed circles along my cheek anddown to my jaw. I was getting dizzy from the attention—the affection—that I’d been starved of for so long.
Hookups here and there were only a means to an end. To blow off some pent-up frustration and then go about life like it never happened. Rarely did I ever hit up anyone twice, and if I did, it was because we were both stumbling out of the bar at the same time and paying for two taxi fares was stupid.
There were never any lingering touches or caresses that were filled with anything but hard lust, soon stamped out the moment either of us climaxed.
I never considered myself to be one to want this kind of attention. But now that I had it, Ineededit.
I neededmore.
What was I going to do when he eventually left me?
Starve again?
“You keep touching me,” was what finally came out.
He stilled for a moment, then asked, “You want me to stop?’
“No,” I blurted out.
Avery blinked at me, his lips parting in surprise.
I forced myself not to follow the movement with my own eyes, keeping my gaze level with his.
Before he could say anything, I followed up with, “What is this? What are we doing?”
He hesitated, his thumb moving along my cheek and jaw again. “I don’t know.”
That wasn’t good enough.
Not this time.
“You need to figure it out.”
His brows knitted together. He tightened his hold on me when I tried to pull away, keeping us locked in a staring contest that I had no choice but to compete in. Avery’s lips parted again, his tongue darting out to wet them with a quick swipe that caught my attention immediately.
I wanted to lean over and press mine there instead, slide my tongue between his lips and play with his until we were both squirming in our seats.
What kind of sounds would I drag out of him if I played with his tongue the way I had with his cock?
A soft moan tumbled out of me at the thought.
“Jesus,” he breathed out.
