With All My Heart - Emilia Finn Page 0,7
the teacher’s parking lot. An explosion of breath bursts from my lungs when he presses me against the brick façade and leans in to rub his sharp jaw along mine.
My chest heaves with excitement. “I thought you didn’t come today.”
He doesn’t kiss me. His lips buzz an inch from my skin. He simply allows his nose to roam my sensitized flesh and illicit goosebumps right down to my toes. “And despite the fact you ‘have a boyfriend’, me ditching still upset you. You suck at lying, Bert.”
He’s a jerk. He won’t let me off free. He won’t let me claim innocence. “You’re right. I do have a boyfriend, so get off me.”
He chuckles, and in response to my feeble attempt to push him away, his knee comes up between my legs, his hips pin mine, and ever so gently, his thigh brushes where I can feel my pulse skittering deep inside. My eyes roll to the back of my head with pleasure and the anticipation of so much more. “You wanna be a naughty girl, don’t you? You want me to make you bad.”
My daddy wants a good girl.
Bryan Kincaid wants a bad girl.
Sliding his nose along the soft skin behind my ear, I can feel his smile crackle between us. “I bet you could be bad. I bet you’d go off like a firecracker.”
“Umm.” I lick my suddenly dry lips.
“You’re a good girl for now though, aren’t you?”
With a weak cough, I clear the nerves lodged in my throat. “Um.”
“Virgin. I know you are.” His hands squeeze my ribs. His thumbs stroke the sides of my almost double D’s. “I’d bet my left nut you’re still a virgin. You’ve been saving yourself for me.”
“I’ve been saving myself for marriage.”
“Uh-huh.” He drags his stubbled jaw along my hypersensitive skin. “That’s what I just said.”
“You’re so arrogant.”
“Yup. I’m pretty fucking arrogant. I know that. I’m also funny. Sexy. Smart. I can do sixth grade math at a seventh-grade level. I can drive fast, and I never steer wrong. If you only ever get in the car with one person for the rest of your life, make it me. I’m the best driver you’ll ever know. I’ll keep you safe.” His hand comes up to stroke my jaw. “I’d be gentle for you, Bert. Fuck knows, I’d probably eat the headboard in an attempt to go slow, but I’d be gentle. I’d never hurt you.”
“Bryan…”
“Tell me what’s in your brain right now. What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that it’s really hard to think when your dick presses against my belly like that.”
His plump lips pull up into a smug grin. “You’re the only girl in the whole world that makes me hard like this.”
My heart hammers between us. I so desperately want to believe him. I want to believe that’s the truth, but it’s not. He takes other girls home. Nineteen-year-old women, not seventeen-year-old virginal nuns like me.
“Come to the tracks tonight, Bert. Let me race for you.”
“Would you let me drive your car?”
Stumped by my question, he pauses for half a beat and his breath moves heavy in my ear. “I mean, you could sit in the front seat.”
I’ve found his kryptonite. “No. Let me race.”
“Ha! Not a fucking chance.”
“You don’t trust me not to crunch your gears?”
“No, I trust you with anything you want. You can have everything you ever ask, but not this. I don’t trust the other guys on those tracks. It’s not safe. It’s not NASCAR, Bert. They’re not a pool of morally upstanding men. It’s dirty, people get hurt.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, that’s one way to make sure I worry about you.”
He chuckles and goes back to not making out with my neck. “You don’t have to worry about me. For as long as you’re earth side, I’ll be here watching…” His fingers go back to roaming the sides of my boobs. “Teasing. Pleading.” Finally, his lips press down on the soft spot behind my ear. “I’d sit, stay, beg, play dead. I’d perform any trick you asked just to hear you say yes.”
“Yes?”
His teeth graze my earlobe. “Exactly like that.”
“What do you want me to say yes to?”
“Everything,” he answers instantly. “Yes, you’ll come to the tracks.” His eyes come back and pin mine. “Not to drive. Just to watch.” Leaning back in, his stubble rubs along my jaw. “Yes, to coming to me whenever I call. Yes, to me keeping you forever. Yes, to you keeping me.”
“Bryan…”
“I’ll be anything you want in a