The bar is only a few blocks from our houses, which should take ten to fifteen minutes, if there’s no traffic.
I can be patient.
I can keep my hormones in check.
At least that’s what I tell myself—until I catch Dave checking me out.
Even in the dark backseat, I can feel his heated gaze on me.Each lingering stare tightens something low in my belly, my body pulled taut like a bowstring, trembling with anticipation.
His knee brushing mine with every turn feels like a slow tease of what’s to come.My fingers toy with the edge of his jacket sleeve, testing the boundary.He watches me do it, jaw tight, eyes flicking down and back up again.When his hand finally settles on my thigh, I lean into him, my head resting on his shoulder.
I don’t know if it’s the vodka, or the proximity of Dave, but I’m feeling warm.I’m normally not this bold, and definitely not an exhibitionist, so I know it’s entirely fueled by the liquid courage running through my veins, but all I want to do right now is shove his pants down and have him take me right here in the back of this Uber.
Smiling at him, I lean in, tilting my chin up and letting our lips meet.The kiss is gentle, almost hesitant, like neither of us wants to break the spell we’re currently under.His lips feather over mine, soft and tender, sending the little butterflies in my stomach into flight.
The car lurches forward, a panicked “sorry”said from the driver’s seat making us both laugh.
Dave leans in again, capturing my lips a second time, and this kiss is more urgent, more seeking, as his tongue explores mine.His mouth moves against mine in perfect, calculated movements, like he’s trying to memorize every second.The pace is punishingly slow and makes me want to crawl into his lap and make myself a permanent resident.
Without second-guessing, that’s exactly what I do.
Dave doesn’t stop kissing me as I settle into his lap, swinging both arms around his neck to pull him closer.He matches my eagerness with his own, nibbling on my bottom lip.I can’t help the involuntary moan that escapes.The hand supporting my back moves to my hair—he guides me to exactly where he wants me, and the possessiveness in his touch and kiss is making me feral.
“Dave.”My voice is barely audible; the need coursing through me has me grinding my ass into his hard length, causing him to break our kiss.
“Baby,” he groans into my ear, the warmth of his breath sending goosebumps racing along my arm.His voice drops, rough and barely restrained.“If you don’t stop, it’s going to be very embarrassing when I get out of this car.”
The word “baby”does something to me.It warms me from the inside out—and at the same time, it makes me want to show him just how good I can make him feel.
I double down, pressing kisses along his neck, lingering there before repeating the motion just behind his ear.When I feel the subtle twitch beneath me, satisfaction curls low in my stomach.His hands tighten on my waist, the pressure almost bruising, possessive—and I love every second of it.
“God, I really hope you know how to use that thing.”I whisper in his ear.“I have plans for you.”
He growls—literally—into my neck just as the car reaches my house.
“We’re here!”Steve sings-songs from the driver’s seat, oblivious to what’s been going on in the back seat of his car.
12
DAVE
We’ve barely cleared the threshold of her door before I’m burying my face in her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent of vanilla with a hint of florals.I can’t think straight; the blood is rushing toward the wrong head as I guide her backward toward the couch.The only coherent thought left is the need to taste her.Now.
“Baby,” I murmur between kisses.“I need to?—”
Sara cuts me off, pushing me down onto the cushions before settling over me.My hands move instinctively, gripping her ass.God, she has a perfect ass—round, soft, tempting enough to make me want to sink my teeth into it.
Later,I tell myself.
If I can hold out that long.
“Sara, baby,” I manage.The way her tongue is exploring me is making it nearly impossible to think.Still, I force the words out.“I need to taste you.”My voice edged with desperation.“Please.Can I?”
Her pupils are blown wide, her gaze glazed and dark.
“Taste me?”she repeats, brow furrowing slightly, like the idea is brand new.“No one has ever wanted to…” she whispers.
“Are you telling me,” I ask quietly, reverently, “that I’d be the first man between these gorgeous thighs of yours?”
