“You okay, London?” Sterling whispered, his lips close to my ear. Warm chills burst along the skin of my neck.
I turned my head, my eyes locking with his. “I don’t know,” I admitted, my eyes flashing from his lips to his eyes and back again. God, I was practically writhing in my seat.
He shifted toward me, his focus fully on me now. “We can go,” he said. “You say the word.” He gently laid his strong, warm hands over my forearms, the gesture both comforting and igniting at the same damn time.
Just. Like. Him.
“London?” he asked, arching a brow when I hadn’t said anything. Something crackled behind his blue gaze, some awareness as he realized how close our faces were, how my body was turned toward his, how I hadn’t pulled away at his sudden nearness. “Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice taking on a gravely tone that did things to my body.
Yep.
I wanted more of that.
In a blink, I succumbed to the drumming, pounding, pulsing need in my body—ignoring the pleas of my rational mind and simply…being.
My hands flew to his neck, and I yanked his mouth to mine. He came willingly, a low growl rumbling in his chest from the contact. I fisted his shirt, holding him close while I crushed my lips against his, holding absolutely nothing back.
And when he jerked back the armrest between us? Snaking an arm around my waist to haul me to him?
I saw stars.
7
Sterling
Holy shit, London was kissing me. I shoved the armrest between our seats up, then gripped her hips and tugged, pulling her onto my lap so I could get closer.
There wasn’t a close enough when it came to this woman. I had the feeling that I could drive my tongue, my fingers, my cock deep inside her body and still wouldn’t be satisfied until I reached her soul.
She gasped as my tongue sank deep inside the sweet recess of her mouth, and she swung her knee over my thigh, straddling me.
Fuck yes. It had been a week since we’d been at the amusement park, and I’d been dreaming about this moment ever since. She wasn’t scared or in the throes of a panic attack. She wasn’t looking for a diversion or a distraction.
She’d kissed me because she’d wanted to, and if the way she settled in my lap and rocked her hips over mine was any indication—she was as into this as I was.
I speared my hands through the long, silken strands of her hair to cradle her head, then kissed her breathless, stroking my tongue against hers. She tasted just as sweet as I remembered, just as addictive, and I was hooked.
“London,” I groaned against her lips.
“I love kissing you,” she admitted in a rushed whisper before sucking on my lower lip and wrapping her arms around my neck.
Damn, that felt good.
I kissed her hard and long until we were both panting. “You have no idea how badly I want to put my hands on you.”
“So put your hands on me.” She tugged at my hair, urging my mouth back to hers, and I followed willingly, sinking into her mouth and abandoning another degree of my restraint.
She gasped when I set my lips to her neck, and the sound went straight to my dick, taking me from the semi I always seemed to have around her, to fully, painfully hard. I kissed down her throat and across her collarbone, nudging the material of her blouse out of the way so I could worship her skin with my mouth.
Her hips ground over mine again, the pleasure of it making me moan as I palmed her waist with one hand and tugged on her hair with the other, exposing more of that gorgeous neck.
“What are you doing to me?” She moaned as I sucked on the little section of her skin where her neck met her shoulders.
“What does it feel like I’m doing to you, London?” My hand slid to the curve of her hip.
“Driving me wild.” Her grip tightened in my hair. “You make me feel…”
“What?” I prompted when she trailed off.
We locked eyes as the light around us flickered with the motion on the big screen. I’d chosen some romcom to keep her laughing just in case the theater triggered an attack, but I’d been too focused on her to remotely pay attention to the plot. Besides, everything I cared about was in my arms right now.