What the hell is taking so long? I swear, the bartender is moving backwards at this point, and the fucker is doing it on purpose.
He knows where I’m headed after I pay our tab, and he knows who’s coming with me.
Trust me, bud, I know she’s beautiful, but back off. She’s mine.
The cold air hits hard across my face when we step outside, but it doesn’t do a damn thing to settle me. If anything, it makes it worse, because now I’m craving her warmth.
Cravingallof her.
Out of habit, I open the passenger side door of my truck, but before she can climb up, I catch her by her waist, lifting her onto the seat.
I step between her knees, my hands winding around her hips and gripping tight as I claim her mouth again.
Seems I can’t get enough of this woman.
“Sorry,” I murmur against her mouth. “I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
Her fingers dance along my jaw, a sexy smirk on her lips. “Catching up with what?”
“How many times I’ve wanted to kiss you. How many times I almost did.”
Kiki drapes her hands around my neck, scooting her body closer. “Don’t let it happen again. I want all your kisses.”
I ghost my lips over hers, teasing her, but she’s not satisfied.Not by a long shot. Her fingers tighten against my scalp as she takes control of the moment.
Fuck, she tastes good. If it weren’t forty degrees outside, I’d rip her jeans off right now to see if she tastes this sweet everywhere.
I curl my fingers into the small of her back as the woman drives me slowly out of my mind.
“Beautiful, if you don’t stop, we’re not making it out of the parking lot.”
Kiki bites her lower lip and damn if that doesn’t break my last hold on sanity. “The truck has heat.”
“Jesus, you’re going to ruin me.”
She quirks her brow, her fingers still playing in my hair. “Too much?”
“Never,” I murmur. “You’re perfect.”
The drive home is an experiment in the greatest form of torture.
The second I’m behind the wheel, Kiki’s hand is on my thigh, her nails scratching lightly against the denim. Every time, traveling a bit higher, a bit closer to my cock, until he’s begging for mercy.
It’s everything I can do to keep the truck on the road and not pull over to the side to stake my claim.
Glancing at her in the dark, her face a mix of shadows highlighted by the streetlights, I see the desire burning in her eyes. Feel it flowing through her fingers.
But… and this is a big but… she’s been drinking tonight, and I’m not sure howmuch.
Fucking hell, I hate breaking the spell, but Ihaveto be sure.
Need to know this is what she wants, and not because of some neon pink cocktail fed to her by an overly exuberant bartender.
Mostly, I need to know she wants this with me, even though my dick might go on strike if I kill the mood with the question.
I grip the steering wheel, shifting in the seat as my erection strains painfully against my jeans.
One more light.
