They sat in the silence of his garage for a weight-filled moment.
“Becca.” He unbuckled and un-clicked her seatbelt so the whisp of the fabric zipping through the loop over her shoulder was the only sound in the car's cab.
She cleared her throat. “Yeah?”
He rested his hand against the column of her neck. “Come upstairs with me.”
Whoo boy, this was getting intense.
Her heart thudded as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Okay.”
“If there’s anything you need, all you have to do is ask.” His voice turned husky. Husky in a way she’d never heard before. If he could layer that husky sound onto every track he ever recorded, his music would go platinum in less than a week. He slipped on the sly half smile she was fond of, the one she was beginning to adore. The one that stripped her bare.
“Oh?” she asked, doing her absolute best to keep her voice steady.
“The snow was fun.” He inched closer to her, running his hand along her neck, his forefinger tracing to the front and drifting to the indentation at the base of her throat. “But I wonder what it would feel like to kiss you in a Porsche.”
He moved his hand away, and she swore he might as well have tapped her directly on her sweet spot. His touch had powers over her that she needed to get a handle on.
“Funny,” she said, clearing her throat.
“What’s funny?” he asked, his finger back in action, tracing along the apple of her cheek, all the way to her earlobe.
The ache between her legs would need attention if he kept up this type of foreplay.
God, she hoped it was foreplay, and he’d see it through.
His thumb traced along the bottom edge of her lip, gently pressing the skin there.
She shifted in her seat. Her cootie cat was about to throw a hissy fit if it didn’t get some attention soon.
“I was just wondering what it would feel like to have you inside me in a Porsche,” she said, as his breath traced along the edge of her jaw.
Oh,fuuuuck. She went there. Bad Becca. Also, good job, Becca. She gave herself an inner high five.
He chuckled. “You say things to me that make me wonder where I’ve been all these years.”
“On tour, waiting for the head Ten to show up.” She said it as a joke. Except it didn’t sound funny when they were alone in his car, and the air zapped between them, and her thighs ached from being pressed together. It sounded more like a promise.
The damn half smile reappeared on his face. She let out that little groan that she only made when she was about to come. The space between them diminished as he arched over the middle console.
Huh, maybe she was about to have an orgasm right there in his passenger seat. That was ridiculous though because he hadn’t even touched her between her legs.
Oh, well, yep, he remedied that. His hand slid over the fabric of her pants and between her legs. The light touch made her moan and arch into him, greedy, wanting more.
Her breath caught painfully in her lungs, like she’d been running a full marathon and she’d done zero training. The feeling didn’t last long because Linx finally—thank goodness, finally—full-court pressed his mouth to hers. Her entire body heated, and she moaned against his mouth.
He kept his hand between her legs, easing the pressure building there.
Logistics in the small space were iffy. Next time she made out with a guy in a vehicle, she’d have to ensure it was an SUV or something with more leg room so they could do this with a little more ease. That way she wouldn’t have to press her neck against the doorjamb to arch fully against him.
“Maybe we should go inside? I can show you my love dart,” he said, the words gruff.
She arched against his hand, nearly ready to be undone. “I sort of hate that description.”
“Microphone?” he asked. “Maybe that’s what I should call it.”
She ran her hands between them, down to the waistband of his jeans, toying with the trail of hair there. “Your dedication to music is admirable.”
