My heart pounds in my chest, and it has nothing to do with the hand that’s grazing my clit.He loves me this way? That’s just a general statement, right? I totally shouldn’t read into it.
Except I’m kind of reading into it, and it’s only scaring me a little.
I’m pulled out of my train of thought when I see Bluebell Falls in the distance.
“Home, sweet home,” I mutter.
“It’s not so bad,” Ledger says as he applies more pressure to my clit. I slide down further in my seat in an attempt to get more friction where I need it.
“God, you’re such a tease,” I grit out.
“A tease? You think this is teasing?” I can hear the humor in his voice, and I’m almost scared to see what his version of teasing is. But the curiosity of it is far too tempting.
“What’s your idea of teasing?”
“Oh, Ains, be very sure you want the answer to that question,” he growls.
Holy shit. I think I definitely want the answer now.
I don’t get time to answer him at the moment because his truck pulls into a driveway I realize is his.
I take a quick peek at his house, but what I see stops me in my tracks. His house is fucking gorgeous. It’s a cottage-style house with a full wrap-around porch in the most perfect light blue color. The landscaping is gorgeous and everything I think of when I picture my dream yard. What has to be hundreds of blooms greet the eye, and it feels like it should be in a magazine. But I should have expected this, considering what he does for a living.
“Holy shit, Ledger, this is gorgeous.”
“Thanks,” he says shyly. “It was our parent’s house, but I’ve kept up maintenance and updated where I could.”
He doesn’t say anything else, just gets out of the truck and walks around to help me out. I barely get my feet on the ground before he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I vaguely see headlights in the distance, but it doesn’t register in my brain because Ledger picks me up like I weigh nothing.
“Shit! You’re going to hurt yourself!” I scramble to gain stability.
“Shut up, Ainsley.”
“You did not just tell me to shut up.”
“I think I did,” he snarks back with humor in his voice.
“LedgerDeanHutton, do not tell me to shut up!” I put up faux indignation, making sure to emphasize his middle name.
He makes his way up to the front door, still carrying me. He shifts me a little to unlock the door and then heaves it open.
“Would you rather I make you shut up?” he whispers in my ear before biting the lobe.
“Yes, please,” I whimper involuntarily.
Slamming my back against the door as he shuts it, I let out a gasp of surprise. He takes advantage of my surprise and goes in for the attack. He starts with passionate kisses, his tongue tangling with mine. It’s not a battle for dominance like it usually is for me, but it’s a dance of intimacy that has me completely captivated by this man.
He gently pulls away, his eyes a little dazed, before he refocuses and shocks the shit out of me. He drops my legs to the ground, trailing his hands down my sides and hooking into my leggings and panties. Yanking them both down, I step out the best I can as he pulls them off completely. When he tosses them to the side, he smooths his hands up my thighs until he reaches my shirt, grips it, and pulls it up and over my head.
I stand there, completely frozen at the quick skill he just displayed and beyond turned on for him.
He stands back up, prowling toward me like a damn predator, and I’m practically dripping for him.
His hand palms my ass, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around him again.
“This seems a little unfair. How come I’m almost naked and you aren’t?” I pout.
“Because I have something in mind for you, and it won’t matter what I’m wearing.”
