“Was Ithatbad?” I asked.
“Not at all.”
“But after everything you told me about your ex…”
“You’re not him. Not even close,” she said assuring. “In fact, it was kind of fun…”
“What was?”
“Seeing you that way.”
“What way?” I raised a questioning brow.
“Vulnerable.” She shrugged, finding my eyes.
I let that word settle into me, not quite mad at it. Not quite happy about it. It wasn’t a side of me I liked to show to people, but Sadie wasn’tjustpeople. I let that thought wash over me as Ilooked at her, a small smile on her perfect lips. A smile that felt like an embrace. I let myself feel its warmth just for a moment.
“You know…” I started, my eyes leaving her perfect smile and running over her body looking delectable in that dress. I leaned in a little closer.
She didn’t back away, but I felt her body grow tense and her breath catch.
“You could have easily taken advantage of me last night,” I whispered.
She closed her eyes at my quiet words that sounded against the most delicate parts of her ear. “I know you slept in bed with me.”
Her eyes opened and narrowed in on me. “You asked me to.”
“To what?” I asked, my face inches from hers.
“Stay,” she whispered and her eyes fell to my lips, where they remained until I pressed them against hers softly.
I felt the tension release from her body as it sunk into the seat, tilting her head up just slightly to give my mouth better access to hers. I ran my tongue against her lips, parting them slightly so I could slip inside and meet its waiting partner. I grew hard at the taste of her, eagerly needing more. I turned and pressed my body into her, massaging my tongue against hers. She let out a quiet moan as her hands drifted up my back to the back of myhead. Her fingers moved desperately, matching the rhythm of her mouth entwined with mine.
As if remembering we weren’t alone, she quickly pulled away and looked toward the driver, who was keeping his eyes on the road like his life depended on it.
“Why don’t we give him a little show?” I asked, a mischievous smirk on my lips as I ran my fingertips across the low neckline of her dress.
“Jeremiah…” she whispered loudly, giving me a playful shove.
I laughed out loud. She just shook her head at me, but a smile slid across her lips. A smile that let me know that we weren’t done yet. I leaned in and nipped her bottom lip, making her gasp. Again, I leaned in close and whispered, “I can keep it quiet, if you can.”
It was a challenge. One I hoped she would take me up on because I couldn’t stand being in this car for another twenty minutes without touching her when she looked as good as she did. She pulled away from my whisper and glanced at the driver once more before her eyes found mine. She placed her hand dangerously close to the growing bulge in my pants, before finding my mouth with hers. Challenge accepted.
Chapter 23
Sadie
My back arched into the kiss Jeremiah and I found ourselves lost in. My hands roamed the crotch of his pants as his hands explored my lower back, the thin fabric doing nothing in keeping me from feeling his every callus. I somehow forgot the driver, who dutifully ignored our display of passion in his backseat, and lost myself to the yearning I’d had since last night’s dinner on the rooftop. Lost myself to his sincere words as he offered an apology for possibly reminding me of my past relationship, as if he could ever be compared.
I had never lost myself this way. I had never felt the slow burn that seethed into my skin from the touch of a hand, or the desperation of needing a deeper kiss when our tongues were already so far intertwined. It was laughable to think Jeremiah could ever believe he was in the same orbit as someone I hardly could remember the name of when his hands now brushed over my breasts. I let out a quiet moan of pleasure, only stifling it when the car came to a slow stop.
Jeremiah pulled away from my kiss, peeling his body from mine as I straightened quickly in my seat. The driver got out of the car and thankfully went for the trunk while we tried our best to pull ourselves together. Thank God Jeremiah had insisted on buying all those dresses. It meant more bags to unload, granting us more time. I carefully lifted the straps of my dress, which had fallen down my arms, as Jeremiah tried to adjust his pants, discomfort clearly on his face. I stifled a giggle, earning me a sharp look from his hazy blue eyes.
“This isn’t over,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
I swallowed hard, my heart skipping several beats as I thought about what was in store.
The car door opened then and Jeremiah slid out, leaving me to catch my breath.
