I reach out and tap the back of her neck where the skin is always prickling to the surface. “Come here. Let me take care of these.”
She doesn’t move until I pull her into me. After we smash into each other, she twists her neck like she knows this is the only way to get rid of those burning hives she said didn’t hurt so much. I know better though.
I smile at the way she pinches her eyes shut and grips my slick arms. For once I’m not beefing with Texas’ weird ass humid air. I want it.
“Open your mouth,” I whisper, pushing my face closer to the raised skin on her neck.
“For wha—ahh...”
That sameahhwants to come out of my mouth, but it gets trapped between my lips and her skin. I think it’s in a good place because I have other shit to say—importantshit.
“Because I’m hungry and I wanna hear you.” I breathe out, letting my lips hover over her skin. “That’s how you feed me.”
I can’t wait on her reply because I’m so hungry that even the little dots of sweat prickling her neck look good.
“O—okay,” she stutters.
I swipe my tongue against the first dot and her nails dig into my arms while her middle curls into mine in a slow grind. My hands go numb at my sides because it’s been so long that I don’t remember how to touch places on her body I’m supposed to own.
I press my lips back onto her neck, talking against the skin. “Don’t you wanna know how to feed me like I feed you?”
Tiny trickles of air blow out of her nose as she nods.
“Damn, kid.” I chuckle. “You already fucking up. I said feed me.”
I suck hard.
“Fuck…Ason.”
My name flies out of her mouth in a squeaky whine that makes my dick twitch as my hands grasp at the humid night air. Suddenly, it turns crisp and I smell the Pacific Ocean on her skin.
“You taste good—like the air on the PCH in summer.”
I didn’t mean to say it, but two years, too much pain, and a little lady have turned my words into ones I don’t recognize.
She chokes on a laugh and a moan. “Where the fuck is that?”
It’s where I’d make love to her in luxury villas and on white-sand beaches if I could. Shit, at least those words don’t come out like the others did.
I clench her neck between my teeth and fix my welt with one last swipe and a suck because I’m greedy.
A hardthunckagainst the windshield makes her jump back and the feeling in my hands return. She peels her middle off mine and looks at the wet streak I force myself not to drag my fingers through.
Her eyes shoot from me to the windshield as Gus pounds on the glass again. “Mi have a wife, yuh know? It’s late.”
I laugh, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth to taste the California summer one last time, but it’s not the same.
“I didn’t mean to do that,” she says, widening her eyes.
“Okay.” I curl my sensitive fingers into the palm of my hand.
I push up from the hood of the truck and swipe my fingers through the streak on my stomach anyway. It has all the traits of a woman who’s never had a man push her body to produce something like it—hot, sticky, and soppy.
“Uh... I—I can get you a towel,” she stutters, lifting her leg and flashing the dark spot in the middle of her blue panties.
She swipes at her neck, biting down into her lips while my fingers tingle and shout with the entire night at their tips, telling me tojust do it. Shut her perfect ass up. Teach her that pleasure always comes with good shit like the streak on my stomach and sometimes it even comes with a little pain. Make her ass act right.
“Tell Gus to hold up a min—”
