Page 510 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

“I know. That’s why I asked.”

His laugh breaks.

“Yeah. You did.”

I nod.

His eyes flick up, then away fast. “Fuck. You got me nervous and blushin’ like a kid.”

I wait him out,

nowhere for him to escape.

“Aight.” He nods. “Okay.”

He drops his head back,

looks at me through his lashes.

“When I wasn’t stayin’ with you.

“At night. After I’d get home from the bar…” He looks away, a shameful turn of his head. “I’d—uh… hold them…”

A tiny laugh sneaks out of me.

“That’s it? You just hold them?”

His eyes slide back to me.

“And smell ‘em.”

I grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His hand slides up my thigh, and he drags me across the ridge of his stiffening erection. “For hours, I’m watchin’ the clock, cravin’ you, so ready to fuckin’ go. And on nights I can’t actually be with you?

“Fuck—I’m outta my mind.

“You’re all I think about.

“Your voice. The way you smell.

“The way you taste…”

Andrew takes the panties from me slow, and he props his elbow on the center console, holds them to his mouth, breathing them in as he squeezes them into his fist.

His lashes fall heavy. “I’ll be dead tired, gotta be up in four hours, and there I am with your panties against my mouth, thinkin’ about bein’ back between your thighs… Gets me so hard so fuckin’ fast.”

My thighs tighten around him,

my fingers tracing the hem of his shirt.

“Then what do you do?” I ask.

The city lights drip along his jaw as his thumb traces over the black lace. “I jerk off with ‘em,” he rasps out, his eyes going dark like collapsed stars—starved. “Pretend it’s your hand on me.”

I bite down on my lip,

running my palm up under his shirt