I groan. “I can see how that would have some appeal.”
“Can you?”
“Yes. I can.”
“We should probably get another one. I’m not sure I’m remembering correctly. I think we should repeat the experiment. Isn’t that the only way to get a true sense of results? Keep repeating it?”
I can’t imagine anything better than feeding Fawnie some cake, watching her eyes close in pleasure as she licks it off the fork, and hearing her little sigh and whimper of pleasure at the taste.
Actually I can. I can indeed. Some with the cake. Some without.
I’mnow so hard that I have to grindmyteeth together to keep from whimpering at the pleasure that hasn’t even happened yet.
“Should we keep driving?” I don’t mean to sound like I’m pleading, but whatever. “Please?”
Fawnie kisses me. A little too hard. A little too long. I want to pull her all the way across the console, seat her in my lap, undo just enough layers, and put us both out of our misery. Icontrol myself. Barely. She was right about a certain amount of edging not being the worst thing in the world. I can survive this.
Probably.
“Let me get my shit together and get us back to the house.”
She maneuvers herself back into her seat, smooths her hair, runs a finger over her lips, and brushes away the remaining tears she cried from laughing so hard. She takes a deep breath, gives me a sidelong look, and bites the inside of her cheek to keep from getting herself going all over again.
“Okay.” She starts the car, puts it in drive, and gets us back on the road.
She carefully keeps her eyes locked forward the whole rest of the way, and I do nothing to distract her.
When we round my block, I try to smother my sigh of relief, but it still comes out as one of the hugest, longest, most drawn-out ones of my life.
Yeah.
I was pumped about our first ride together, but now I’m far too excited about a different kind of ride. I’m going to take Fawnie straight into the house, tear my clothes off as fast as ripping off the most painful bandage, and let her seeallofme.
It’s past time. Long, long past. I’ve never been able to hide a thing from her anyway. She’s always seen every part of me, and I’ve never been more thankful.
Chapter 24
Fawnie
The second we walk through the door, Shadow pins me against it. He grasps my wrists tenderly and lifts them above my head, pinning me helplessly. I love it. I love that his powerful body flattens against every inch of my own. My hard nipples scrape against his chest through my thin bra. His erection throbs against my belly, trapped in his jeans. I want to free him. Hold him in my hand. Take him in my mouth. I want him everywhere, in all of me. I want him to claim my mouth like he’s doing now, with animal desperation and blistering kisses. I want it hard and fast and hot, but I also want it slow and torturous, leisurely and aching. I want it all. Everything that he is. Everything he wants to give. I want under his skin. I want him under mine.
He keeps one hand wrapped around my wrist while he kisses me like he’s starving for it. He tastes like the blueberry cheesecake we had for dessert. I drag in a panting breath between kisses, drinking in the intoxicating scent of his aftershave, and the scent of leather and gas and oil that must cling to his jacket, and his skin after wearing it.
His hand plays with the hem of my shirt. He doesn’t tease me. He pushes it up, up, slowly, but never lets it fall. He pulls it over my raised arms and lets it fall to the floor. I’m only wearing a thin lace bralette underneath. A gorgeous, delicate vintage piece from Willa’s. Shadow’s eyes widen as he takes in the nude and baby blue lace.
“You’re beautiful.” His voice is hoarse with reverence. “I want to take the time to worship you properly. To adore you.”
“Worship however you want. We havehours.”
“I doubt a lifetime would be enough.”
My heart cracks in half, but this time, from sheer happiness.
Our bodies crash together again as his hand traces up my raised arms. His hips pin me again, all of him flush with all of me. He’s so hot through his clothes. He’s wearing too many. I very much would like to get him out of them, but he’s holding my hands up, kissing me again. I’m trapped here, between him and the door again, but this time, he’s not leaving.
He kisses me until we both have to break it to breathe. He lets me go, but only so he can run his hands over my hips. He drops his head to the crook of my neck, nuzzling and sucking as his big, scarred hands memorize my body.
He finds the zipper on the side of my skirt. It’s a cheater piece. I bought it because I loved the vintage style, but that was before I thought I could ever afford so many real vintage pieces. I still love it. It’s lovely, and I feel sexy in it.
