He stared at her, and she could tell what she said bothered him, maybe even hurt his feelings. “You don’t want me to go to your house?”
“I have neighbors, they’ll see you. You don’t know what this town is like.”
A sad smile tilted on his lips. “I have an idea about what living under a microscope feels like.”
She bit her bottom lip. She could call the whole thing off? If she did that her vagina would mutiny and kill her. She wasn’t sure how, but if it could find a way, then it would. She looked around, this road was deserted, but it was still a road, there were more private places. “There are places we could go and park.”
His eyes darkened. “I want to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked, and I’m not going to do that in the back seat.”
Damn. When he put it like that.
“Let’s go to Mountain Ridge.” He reached for the key in the ignition.
“No!” She quickly grabbed his forearm. “Blake’s boyfriend Noah works there. His brother and sister in law own it. No! Wecan’tgo there.”
Deacon’s jaw ticked as he stared straight ahead out the windshield, and then he turned towards her. His hand moved to her bare thigh, the one exposed by the slit, and began moving up as he stared into her eyes. Her legs were pressed together, but she knew what he was trying to check, had she followed his instructions or not.
“Open your legs,” he commanded gruffly.
With a shaky breath, her thighs parted and the roughened pads of his fingertips continued. When he reached her bare pussy, he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth.
“Fuck.”
He began to run his fingers up and down her feminine folds.
“Did you followallmy instructions?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You touched yourself in the bath?”
She nodded.
“But you didn’t come?”
His erotic interrogation caused her seam to pulse against the pad of his finger.
“No,” she whimpered as she grabbed his forearm.
“Good girl.”
Oh, fuck, she felt her release building, pleasure coiling.
“What did you think about when you were touching yourself?”
“You,” she panted. “Your mouth on me. You inside me.”
The tip of his finger ran up her opening and circled the swollen nub at the top of her sex. He leaned forward, his hot breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear, “Is that what you want, my mouth on you, my cock inside you?”
She nodded, “Yes.”
The pad of his finger grazed her clit, and her hips jerked, chasing her orgasm.
“Tell me.”
“I want your mouth on me, I want your cock inside me.”
“Do you want me in your bed?”
