“I enjoy cooking, Kin. Of course I’m going to like Mexican food,” he smiles brightly, then just as he opens his mouth to speak again, I silence him with my finger over his lips. “Plus, even if I didn’t, I doubt you’d kill me. I think you like me too much.”
The darkness of his eyes seems to brighten at my words, and just to tease him even further I slip my manicured finger into his mouth, feeling the warmth of his tongue brush over the pad.
His teeth are blunt but his incisors are sharp as I drag my finger over the point. With each swirl of his tongue, my stomach coils until I feel as though I’m ready to burst.
And now, I’m not entirely sure who's teasing who.
Kincaid’s gaze is filled with burning lust as he gives my finger one last suck, then I slip it out of his mouth. There’s a thin string of saliva that connects between my finger and his bottom lip, then it snaps. I want to lick it away but he beats me to it by wiping across his lower lip with his thumb.
The act alone has me panting like a dog in heat. It won’t be long before I’m cocking my leg up to mark my territory.
“You’re right,” he murmurs, “I do like you too much, enough that I want to do terrible things to you. Just from your finger alone, I want to taste every inch of you. I want your whole body shaking as I take you to the pearly gates of heaven, and then right back down to hell with me, where you belong.”
I must look like a gormless fish as I stare at him with eyes wide and mouth open. He lifts my chin with his finger to close my mouth. “Chin up love, you’re dribbling.” He teases and I clamp my jaw closed, feeling the flush of embarrassment wash over my cheeks. “You’re so pretty, all flushed like this.”
Heat rises up my neck and I drop my gaze, severing the heated connection between us. “I’m getting hungry, Kincaid. You better feed me.” I tease, peeking at him out of the corner of my eye.
He chuckles beside me then starts the engine. It rumbles beneath the seat, adding a delicious sensation to my overly sensitive body. “Yes ma’am.” He quips with that boyish grin.
We’re in the car for about an hour, the rural streets whizzing past the window, street lights blurring into one. All the while thetension between us grows, it started off as a small flicker, a tiny ember and now it feels like a raging fire.
I know Kincaid can feel it with the way his gaze keeps flicking to me. I catch him every so often and he smirks, I think he likes the fact that I catch him. He shuffles in his seat and I watch out of the corner of my eye as he straightens out his trousers.
Something has got to give because I’m not entirely sure how long I’m going to be able to last in this confined space with this sex god.
If my pussy could talk, I’d have no doubt that she’d be begging for him to touch her, maybe even slip a finger in.
I feel as though my whole body is about to combust. Even my dress feels tighter than usual, all because of this raging sexual tension between us. If Kincaid can elicit this kind of reaction from me just with harmless flirting and chaste touches, then I’m not entirely sure what’s going to happen to me when he decides to make good on his promise of delivering me to the pearly gates.
I think I might die.
Kincaid changes the gears with ease as we begin to slow down. Twinkling fairy lights hang from trees outside of the restaurant, there’s also various potted plants and blooming flowers surrounding the entrance way. It’s beautiful. I’m pretty sure the last date I ever had, the guy took me to a McDonald’s and then tried to finger me behind the bins.
There’s a very drastic difference between the two right now.
Kincaid cuts the engine and just as I’m about to pull open the door handle, he traps me in the seat with his arm across my stomach. “Don’t even think about opening that door by yourself.” He looks me dead in the eye, a sharp brow raised. Slowly I release my fingers from around the silver handle.
“You know I’m more than capable of getting out of the car myself?” I taunt with a smirk. He tips his head to the side but makes no effort to remove his arm from across my middle.
“You’re probably capable of a lot of things, love, but when you’re with me, it’s my job to do things for you.”
My heart flutters beneath my rib cage, it’s such a foreign feeling that I’m not entirely sure how to deal with it. Kincaid, without even trying, is digging deeper inside of me than any person ever has and I’m not ashamed to admit that it’s quite frightening.
I give him a small smile. “My apologies,” I raise my hands as best as I can to surrender. “By all means, fulfil your gentleman duties.” He gives me a panty-dropping smile, then drags his hand across the expanse of my stomach before slipping out of the car. I watch him with intent as he walks with powerful strides to my door then he pulls it open for me, extending his hand forward for me to take.
The metal rings that adorn his fingers gleam in the lowlights and I waste no time in slipping my hand in his. Rough skin adorns his palms; probably from hours of hard work. The sensation sends a delicious chill down my back and instantly my mind starts to wonder what his hands would feel like elsewhere.
Brynne, chill the fuck out, babe.
Like I was always meant to fit at his side, Kincaid loops his arm around my waist and pulls me closer as he closes the door behind me before pressing down on his key fob to lock the overly expensive car. Orange lights flash twice then he slips the key into his trouser pocket.
Being this close to him sends my head spinning. Every time I feel his body next to mine, my blood heats to an unhealthy rate. He’s smashing down all of my defences, brick by brick and I don’t think I want to stop it from happening.
I was brought up to be my dad’s son. The independent one, the one who figures things out on her own. The one who never asks for help because that would show people that I’m weak, a failure because I had to let someone else inside my bubble. From theage of sixteen I’ve been on my own, I’ve fought my own battles and lost plenty in that time too, so having someone like Kincaid bash through every wall I’ve ever built, to have him want to do things for me, even something so simple as opening my door, is so foreign to me.
The urge to truly let him in, even after everything that I’ve endured in my life, the attack from Chris– is strong but what if he hurts me? What if he lets me down in the long run and I’m left wandering aimlessly on my own again?
What do I do then?
