back and wait for her excited gaze to stop bouncing around. “What? Don’t say no. Not now!”
“You’re giving me the yes?”
She nods frantically.
“You been drinking tonight? Anyone slip you a beer?”
She snickers. “No. I didn’t have a single drink.”
“Because being on drugs might explain you standing on the fucking finish line.”
She bites her bottom lip and grins. “Nope. That was just me being a dumbass.”
I shake my head. So stupid. So fucking stupid. “Don’t do it again.”
“Maybe next time you’ll take me with you.” Daringly, she grinds down over my cock. She’s a virgin. She’s a virgin! I have to remind myself over and over again before I whip my dick out and slam deep inside her. “You already said so,” she continues. “Wherever I go, you go. Well,” she leans in close and stops when our lips feather together, “wherever you go, I go.”
“No.”
“Yes. I’m a fighter. This is the life you’re asking for.”
“No. I’m a fighter. You’re who I fight for.”
“Bryan…?”
“Mm?”
With a sassy smirk, she closes the gap between our lips and sets off a frenzy of explosions in my head. Her soft lips, softer than I ever imagined, slide over mine. Her tongue, more playful than I ever dared hope, plays with mine. Her breath rushes out on a gust, scorching its way down my throat and setting my lungs on fire.
No way in hell has Shane or anyone else had her like this. This is a first for her – it’s all brand new, so I don’t rip her panties off like I want to. I don’t even palm her ass quite as roughly as my hands want to.
I slide my fingers under her skirt and smile when she quivers in my lap. “Let me touch you. Let me show you what my fingers alone could do for you.”
“No.” I crash back to earth with a shattered heart from her single no, but then she clarifies, “I want it all. Show me what the rest of my life will be like.”
“Babe.” I groan and rest my forehead on hers. “We’re in a car. This ain’t a family mover. It’s a small car! I can’t take you in my car.”
“Why not?” Her fingers trail along the exposed skin at the buttons of my shirt. “It’s just… insert A into B, right?”
I snort so hard, I’m winded. “I mean, there’s more to it than that.”
“There is?” I swear, she’s playing innocent. She knows more than her words imply.
“There’s finesse. And probably candles. Tender touches, and slow kisses – not fast fucking in the car.”
“I bet you could still be gentle and suave even here. I bet you’d know how to make me feel good.”
I would. I fucking would. “I swear, my cock’s about to break through my jeans and kill us both.”
She smirks. “If you die, I die.” Leaning forward and latching onto my lip, she bites down hard enough it almost has me creaming my pants. “What was that thing we were practicing the other day? Oh.” She grinds down teasingly. “That’s right. It was Bryan.” Like she’s Satan in a nurse’s getup, she thrusts her tongue into my mouth and has me groaning out from the pain in my jeans. “Bryan.” She trails her fingers along my chest, over my abs, and stops on my belt. Leaning forward, her lips touch my earlobe. “Fuck me, Bryan.”
That’s it. I’m done. Kill me now.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
She unsnaps my belt and slides it from my jeans. I watch her, and like she’s been practicing for this her whole life, she dangles my belt outside the car, and when my eyes snap to her hand, she drops it.
“I don’t think I can be gentle, babe. I swear, I’d try. But I don’t know if I…” I close my eyes and concentrate on breathing as she lowers my zipper. I can feel Every. Single. Ridge. “I don’t think this is what’s best for you.”
“Don’t I get a say in what’s best for me?”
She takes me out of my boxers and has me whimpering like a girl. “Not if I think you’re wrong.” Breathe. Don’t jizz like a thirteen-year-old kid who just saw his first set of boobs. “Sometimes what you think is best isn’t exactly best.”
“Like me standing in front of two speeding cars tonight?”
“Exactly.” My voice reaches a new octave when she runs her thumb over the beading moisture on the tip of my dick.
“What if I died tonight and we never got to do this