bite back my reply. It wouldn’t help my cause.
“The eyes of the law are everywhere, son. Keep that in mind.” He backs away, climbs in his car, follows me the rest of the way to school.
I don’t go in, even though I’d wanted to. When the kids start coming out, the cop finally takes off.
I load Sherm in and go straight to the house. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I swear I catch a cop in my rearview twice on the way home.
Chapter 22
Adri
Dad’s always been overprotective, but this is a whole new level of crazy. He’s started insisting I tell him where I’m going every time I leave the house. It makes me wonder if he knows I snuck out the other night.
Or maybe he heard me having phone sex with Rob.
Rob’s younger siblings have chartered a shark boat. Sherm has been beside himself, talking about it nonstop since Thursday. Everyone’s going but Rob.
That gives Rob and me three hours alone at his house.
Three hours for him to fuck me properly.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Phone sex. Talking dirty. Rob just brings it all out in me. All I know is it’s been two weeks since the beach, and we’ve barely kissed. I’m ravenous for him, and this afternoon I plan on eating him alive. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. Who would have guessed the heart of an insatiable sex addict beats inside my virgin chest?
I breathe deeply and move to the living room, where Dad’s watching his Saturday afternoon fishing show. I’m already a horrible liar. If I don’t calm down, I’m going to totally give myself away.
“Hey, Daddy. Chuck says that last part for Frank is in, so I’m going over to the garage.”
He looks up at me. “When will you be home?”
He never would have asked me that before.
“By dinner.”
He gives me a slow nod, then his expression softens and he stands. “You know an old man worries about his daughter.”
I move to him and give him a hug, feeling sudden, overwhelming guilt for lying to him. “I know, Dad. I love you.”
“I love you too, punkin.”
He lets me go and I back toward the door. “See you later.”
“Be safe.”
I hurry to the T-Bird and make myself drive the speed limit. When I pull up to the end of Rob’s driveway, the blue Lumina is parked near the house. I debate for a second where I should park, and decide to leave my car in the road.
Rob is sprawled over a rattan love seat on the porch when I walk up. “Thought you might have changed your mind.”
I shake my head, because words are failing me. He’s so gorgeous, and now, he’s going to be mine.
A shot of adrenaline charges my bloodstream as he stands slowly and stalks to where I am, on the stairs. He takes my hand and pulls me up the last one. A slow, cocky smile tugs at his mouth as he wraps me in his arms. I stretch up on my tiptoes and loop my hands around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. His hands slide under my butt, and he lifts me so I’m straddling his hips.
His kiss is insistent, with an urgency I’ve never felt in it before. He devours my mouth like it’s his last meal.
And there’s no mistaking the erection pressing into my sweet spot through his jeans. My inner muscles contract, as if reaching for him through the fabric. I’ve never needed anything the way I need him and it scares me. But it also thrills me. I wonder if this is the rush addicts feel when they get their fix, because I’m totally hooked on this incredible man.
We’re through the door and up the stairs before his mouth leaves mine. His room is small, with a dresser and double bed. He sets me on the bed and pulls off my sandals, then glides his hands up my legs. They slip under my skirt, and before I’ve even said hello, my panties are in a wad on the wooden floor.
He starts with my left foot, taking my big toe into his mouth and sucking. When that magic tongue swirls over it, I moan.
He smiles that cocky smile and sucks on my pinky toe before kissing his way to my ankle.
“You taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he says, his voice rough. “Like honey on my tongue.”
He sucks and nips his way up the inside of my calf and