Chapter 40 - Becca - I Missed You
“Quick, this way.” I pull Johnny through the crowd gathered at the entrance to Club Redemption and turn us in the direction of the parking lot. “My car’s over here.”
Thankfully, I insisted on driving my own car here tonight, so when Johnny said we had to leave, I didn’t hesitate to take the lead. When we get to my car, though, Johnny takes over. He pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around me, burying his face in my neck.
“Fuck, I missed you this week. I’m so sorry I drove away like that,” he says into my hair. “And then you didn’t answer my calls or texts. Or the door when I came to your apartment. I was worried.”
I hug him tightly, breathing in his scent. I didn’t realize that just the smell of him was so familiar and comforting to me until it was gone. Seeing him every day, being near him every day, was something I missed more than I thought I would.
“I wasn’t at my apartment. I didn’t mean for you to worry. I just needed some time away.”
He leans back without letting me go. “When was the last time you were at the apartment?”
“Umm, the day after you drove away? Alex came over that night and did her best friend duty and got me drunk. It’s kind of our thing.” I grimace a little, thinking of Tino watching me freak out in the street before calling Alex to come check on me.
“Right. I remember when you helped her move out of Connor’s place briefly and you drunk texted me after you put Alex to bed.” Johnny tips his head forward and whispers, “You have no idea how hard it was for me to leave you that night.”
His breath causes a shiver to run down my body, the tingles blazing a trail from his lips to every part of me. Johnny leads me two steps backward and I feel the cold of metal against my back. He presses into me, his hips pinning me to the car, his hands reaching up and cupping my face.
Butterflies run riot in my belly and heat floods my core as Johnny lowers his lips to mine. What starts as a gentle kiss gradually becomes more demanding and I pull him closer to me, attempting to occupy the same space. My brain has one thought:closer.Johnny flutters his tongue against mine, alternating the quick movements with long, slow sweeps, and a whimper escapes me.
What is this man doing to me?
He groans, breaking off the kiss and lowering his hands. I can feel his erection pressing into my hip and I watch with lust in my gaze as he adjusts himself.
“We need to get out of here,” he says, kissing me again. “Before I fuck you right here in this parking lot, standing up against your car.”
The throbbing in my pants likes that idea, but the thought of being arrested for public indecency wins and I hold up my keys.
“I’m not sure I should be trusted to drive after that kiss. Will you do the honours?”
He smiles and pulls me toward him again, kissing me even more deeply than before, before suddenly breaking away and releasing a huge breath. He takes the keys from me and unlocks the doors, opening the passenger side to let me in. When he’s in the driver’s seat, I reach over and grab his shirt, pulling him toward me, kissing him with everything I have.
“Drive fast,” I whisper against his lips. “But don’t kill us.”
I let go of his shirt, and he falls back against the seat with a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.”
He starts the car and gets us out of the parking lot. I can’t stop touching him, even though he’s driving, so I settle for playing with his hair. Running my fingers through his soft curls and gently stroking my fingers along the back of his neck. I don’t even watch where he’s driving. I’m too busy staring at his profile, memorizing the lines of his face.
This feels big. Like something important is happening.
What does this mean? Am I ready for it?
“You’re staring,” Johnny says, a grin on his face.
“You’re hot,” I shoot back. “What do you expect?”
He laughs, reaching back for the hand I’m still running through his hair. He laces his fingers through mine, bringing my hand to his lips for a kiss.
“I think we both know who the hot one is around here,” he tells me with a smirk.
Yeah, we do.
Johnny drives us to his place and parks beside Travis’ truck, where he normally parks his own car. We both get out and walk toward the elevator at the far end of the parking structure.
“Where’s your car?”
“Travis has it. Get this, he’s babysitting tonight.”
