head where I wanted it. It’d been so caught up in the way her tongue felt against mine it hadn’t dawned on me, she didn’t have the first clue what she was doing.
Real. Unpracticed. Inexperienced.
Once she’d relaxed, she let me take over.
Jesus. Perfect.
I wanted more so I took it. And she gave—her sweet, sexy sounds filled my senses, her hands roaming my chest fueled my need, but it was the way she openly gave that ratcheted up my desire. Unable to take the kiss where I wanted it to go, I slowed the kiss and she whimpered.
Christ.
Hot.
I let our tongues linger, slow and soft until I broke the connection and kissed the corner of her mouth.
Addy’s eyes came open—dazed and languid. I released her hair but only so I could cup her cheek.
“Proof,” I whispered.
“Huh?”
“Baby. That kiss.”
“What about it?”
“Proof you’re wrong.”
She tried to pull away but I’d been ready and held her where I wanted. Face-to-face, so she couldn’t miss what I had to say.
“Adalynn, there’s no disputing you’re gorgeous. You see yourself in the mirror so you gotta know you’re beautiful. What happened with those other guys wasn’t your fault, not by a long shot. Either they had no clue how to handle a woman or they didn’t bother to try. Two seconds into that kiss, you melted into me and it became seriously fucking hot.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
Christ. If I wasn’t ready to come in my pants, I would’ve hunted Jake the dickhead down and bashed his skull in for making Addy unsure.
I snagged one of Addy’s hands, pulled it out of my shirt, and lowered it to my crotch.
“Does that feel like I’m being patronizing?” I asked and cupped my hand over hers. “I’m not blowing sunshine when I tell you, you can fuckin’ kiss, Addy. Not only that, but I can’t remember the last time I was ready to come in my jeans from a kiss.”
“Trey—”
“You ready for the truth?”
She nodded. Again, it was doubtful Addy was ready to hear anything I had to say. But after that kiss, everything had changed.
“If we weren’t in my truck in a parking lot, I’d further prove to you how sexy you are, and you can believe when you’re in my bed you will have no problem orgasming.” Her hand resting on my hard cock flexed and I froze. “And, Adalynn, you will be in my bed.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, but didn’t loosen the grip she had on my erection.
“Then it’s a good thing when I get you there, you won’t be able to think. Once I have my hands and mouth on you, all you’ll care about is how good I make you feel. How sexy you are and how I respond to you. Contrary to what women think, a man’s cock doesn’t get hard unless he’s seriously into what he’s doing. At least mine doesn’t. And as you can feel, my cock’s hard, baby, and you did that. As I said, we weren’t in my truck, my hand would be down your pants, and I would put forth a good amount of effort and time to make sure what you were getting got you off.”
Her response told me everything I needed to know. Her hand on my cock moved, but not to pull away—to rub. Her hand on my chest moved, too, and glided down toward the button of my jeans.
“Trey.” She whispered my name and I took it in.
The breathy sound full of need.
Hot.
But I needed to shut this shit down before I finger-fucked her in a parking lot while she jerked me off.
I caught her hand and shook my head. Addy blinked and I knew she was coming out of her lust-filled haze.
“I said my bed, baby.”
“Right.”
It wasn’t her retort that concerned me, it was the way she’d gone stiff.
“Listen to me carefully. I am not turning down your offer to get your hand down my pants. I’m simply telling you I have more respect for you than to allow this to continue in public.”
Shit. I was losing her to the bullshit those two other asswipes had planted in her head.
“Don’t close down on me.”
“I’m not,” she said, but her hand slid away from my cock and I lost her hand on my chest.
“Ad—”
“This isn’t a good idea.”
I didn’t bother responding, not verbally anyway.
This time when I lowered my mouth to hers, I didn’t have to coax her to open. And I didn’t have to direct it or deepen the kiss.