“Text me the address, and I’ll be there,” he said, as if it were no big deal.
I felt myself smiling so wide it actually hurt, and as myeyes found his again—those ridiculously blue,ocean-deepeyes—something inside me softened.
“Okay,” I said again, quieter this time, as if agreeing with him was inevitable. His eyes had that effect on me, making me feel like I was floating in calm, endless blue.
Neither of us moved like we were daring the other to give in first. And it was Chris who broke, his eyes dropping to my lips, lingering there like it was his next destination. I bit my lower lip slowly, fully aware of what I was doing. Playing with fire? Absolutely. But God, Ilovedthe burn.
For once, I wasn’t second-guessing myself; I wasn’t pulling back. I let myself lean into the moment. I could feel his eyes traveling lower, to my chest, then my thighs, before they found their way back to mine.
“Are you going to kiss me now or pretend you don’t want to for a couple more minutes?” he asked.
A smirk tugged at my lips as I forced myself to keep cool. “That confidence must have been helpful in Hollywood, huh?”
“I’m a very realistic, no-bullshit kind of person,” Chris replied, inching closer with every word.
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?” I shot back. “Some people would call it delusional and self-absorbed.”
His eyes darkened. His body was so close now—though we’d already been near, two tall people crammed into the back of a car, it felt different this time. Like his skin was radiating heat, like that invisible pull tethering us was about to yank us forward, taking over our bodies completely. There was no stopping it.
“I don’t really care what people say or think,” he murmured, his breath brushing against my lips. “Although I caught myself caring a lot about whatyouthought of me today…”
His words knocked the air out of me. If I was holding back before, I wasn’t now.
“Did you?”
Chris’ lips curled into that slow, devastating smile that promised trouble and made it impossible to resist him any longer. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine in a kiss so slow, it felt like the world had come to a complete stop.
The kiss deepened, and before I could think, I was in his lap, straddling him. My hands were tangled in his hair, and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. His hands slid up my thighs, taking my skirt with them as they moved higher. He gripped both sides of my ass so firmly I knew I’d have new marks to join the ones from yesterday.
He broke the kiss just enough for our lips to barely touch while we gasped for air.
“I’ve never been so grateful for skirts,” he whispered, and a soft laugh escaped both of us. His hands continued their exploration, one sliding down between my thighs. His long fingers brushed over my underwear, feeling how damp it already was. The combination of last night’s memories and the way he had me now? It wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge.
“Is this all for me?” he murmured against my lips before trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I could only manage a nod as I closed my eyes, feeling his tongue drawing a line from my neck back up to my ear and his fingers teasing my core. He nipped delicately at my earlobe, making me gasp before whispering, “I have something for you, too.”
With his free hand still gripping my hip, he pulled me against him, letting me feel his length pulsating over the fabric. I moaned softly, instinctively rolling my hips forward and backward, feeling him grow even harder under me.
I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. My hands moveddown his chest, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. He let me take over, his hands sliding back to my waist as I wrapped my fingers around him, shifting my underwear to the side. I teased myself with the tip of him, my body practically begging for more.
Our eyes locked, mouths still so close I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips. His hands came up to my face, holding me steady so I couldn’t look away. Not that I would dare to.
“I can’t believe I finally found you, Blaze,” he said. I froze, lost in his words and his eyes. “Nothing has ever felt so right as being with you,” he added, and I had to fight back the tears threatening to spill down my cheek.
Instead of answering, I gave him a slow, soft kiss. As I lowered myself onto him, letting him fill me whole, a shiver ran through my entire body.
“Or inside you…” He murmured with a small, wicked smile on his lips as they brushed against mine. We both chuckled before getting lost in a hungry kiss. My hips moved instinctively, and his hands found their way back to my waist, guiding me and holding me close.
I couldn’t believe I was having sex in the back of a car with theliteralman of my dreams. But I got where he was coming from. I felt it too. Nothing hadeverfelt so right.
17
CHRIS
We sat in silence, just the sound of our heavy breathing, while we fixed our clothes. My body and mind were still trying to catch up—coming down from the rush of our backseat adventure wasn’t easy—but the real reason my heart was pounding had less to do with the physical and everything to do with how freely I’d let my emotions spill out tonight. Like some love-struck teenager on a second date. Jesus.
Jules reached for the door briskly, but I wasn’t ready to burst out of our bubble yet.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
