Inked Persuasion (Montgomery Ink Fort Collins #1) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,57

even a whole lot less.

“Yes, let’s get home.” She paused. “I mean, to our homes.” She blushed. “You know what I mean.”

I snorted. “Yes, I do. Come on.” Suddenly, there was a crack of lightning above us, and I looked up, then down at her. We both laughed. Rain dropped down on us in a deluge, pounding against our skin, splattering the pavement below us, and bouncing back up onto our legs. I took Annabelle’s hand, and we ran towards the car, passing others as some danced in the rain, and others ran with us.

“Was it supposed to rain?” she called out over the sounds of the storm, and I shrugged, getting to the car first so I could unlock the door. “I wasn’t expecting it to, but it’s Colorado. Who knows?”

We both slid into the car, and I turned on the engine, shaking my head. “This is ridiculous. Should we wait here or drive through it?”

“Let me look on the app,” she said and pulled out her phone. She bit her lip, and I wanted to reach out and tug her close, lick away the sting.

“Oh, crap. We’re right at the edge of it, and it’s only going to come harder and pound into us,” she said and then burst out laughing. “I didn’t mean that to sound so sexual, but here we are. I say we make it home. It’s only going to get worse.”

“You’ve got it,” I said and pulled out of the parking lot.

The roads were wet and a little messy, but not too busy, thankfully. I had visibility out of the windshield, but my wipers were on full blast, and it was getting harder and harder to see as we got closer to the house.

Annabelle didn’t say anything as she sat next to me, but she had one hand on the oh-shit bar, the other on her leg as if afraid to touch me. I only saw that at a glance when I turned, but I was glad I didn’t have any other distractions because all I could do was focus on the road and try not to end up in the ditch. I pulled into the garage, grateful when it closed behind me, and turned off the car.

“Dear God,” I said, finally letting out the breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding. My heart raced, and I shook my head. “That was ridiculous.”

“We are drenched, and I feel like we just ran a marathon. My teeth hurt because I was grinding them. I was so afraid I might say something and distract you.”

I leaned over, pulled her close using the back of her neck, and kissed her hard. “You’re always distracting, Annabelle.” I figured I should be honest. At least as much as I could be.

Her eyes warmed, and she grinned before leaning over to bite my lip. I growled and kissed her again. I nearly pulled her over onto my lap in the car but thought better of it.

“I could fuck you right here. Or I can fuck you in the house. You decide.”

“I’m getting cold, let’s go take a hot shower,” she purred, and then she was out of the car, and I was following her, reaching for her as we made our way down the hall. My hand slid up her dress, her skin slick, and I plunged my fingers into her panties and inside her wet heat. She shook in my hold, letting out a startled breath.

“Foreplay,” she gasped.

“I thought that’s what I was doing.” I crushed my mouth to hers. I worked my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing her clit. Both of us were clothed, her purse still over her shoulder, and we’d only made it to the hallway. I needed to touch her. I needed to get her out of my system.

Because the sooner I did that, the sooner this would be about just sex—better for everybody.

I twisted my finger ever so slightly and pumped harder. When she came, I kept moving, and then released her before picking her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and we made our way to the bedroom.

Somehow, we were stripping each other out of our clothes, both of us tugging and pulling, and my mouth was on hers, then on her skin. I played with her breasts, needing to touch and to taste. She pushed me away slightly, and my back hit the wall of the master bath a second before she was on her knees