hand continues to search my stomach while the other one grips my waist and pulls me around so I’m facing him again. His hand moves to my back, and he bends me slightly while deepening our kiss.
My hands circle his waist just as his tongue dips into the small space he created with his mouth. I’ve never thought a man’s tongue was erotic until this moment, but here Desmond’s is, tangling with mine, forcing me to clench my thighs to hold in the incomprehensible ache. When my tongue swipes back at his, his groan is deep and guttural. He grips the back of my thighs and lifts me over his hips. My arms loop around his neck, and my legs wrap firmly around his waist until I’m practically towering over him in height.
The weight of the world lifts, and all I’m aware of is Desmond—his lips on mine, his grip on me, and his throaty groan as my mouth parts wider just for him.
I don’t even notice the ending notes of the song ringing out into the crowd until a voice booms through the speakers. “Now that’s the effect I want my songs to have.”
Something about the singer’s words cause me to freeze in midkiss, and Desmond does too. I pull back from him, my wide eyes searching his. “Please tell me he’s not talking to us.”
Just then, the crowd breaks into cheers and applause, and Desmond leans to the side to see the stage. His face says it all, and I cringe internally before he confirms my worst fears. “I’m afraid he is.”
I look over my shoulder, immediately blinded by a spotlight. “Oh shit.” I flip my head back. “You should probably put me down now.”
Deep disappointment flashes in his eyes, but he nods and helps me unravel my legs from his waist before setting me down. I flip back around just as everyone’s attention returns to the singer and his next song. “This one is for the two lovebirds in the back row.”
I’m mortified. My face roasts with the singer’s words. A piano tune starts, accompanied by Matt’s voice. The song has a retro video game vibe, and I immediately recognize it as “Kill the Lights.”
I don’t stop Desmond from wrapping his arms around my waist again. It almost feels like a small shield for the embarrassment that just fell upon us a moment ago. He’s shaking behind me with laughter before leaning into my ear. “Look at that, Mags. Guess we have a song.”
My entire body heats at his words because I know he’s right. Lord knows I’ll never be able to hear this song again without thinking about that kiss.
I look over my shoulder to find his hooded eyes on me. “Wanna get out of here?” His tone drips of sex and hope.
Without thinking about my answer for a single second, I nod.
24
Backseat Memories
Maggie
“Come,” a raspy voice says in my ear.
I freeze for a second, my brain and feet having a hard time connecting. Then I feel a tug on my hand, followed by Desmond’s body moving away from me. He’s leading me toward the exit, and I go along with him, my heart pounding fiercely in my chest. My hand rests firmly in his as he pulls me out the front door and down the street. Then we find his car in the crowded parking lot.
He opens the sleek red door, leans down, folds up the front seat, and stands. “Well,” he says with a grin, gesturing to the back seat with a pointed look in its direction. “What are you waiting for?”
When I don’t move, he slips into the back seat first and then reaches out for my hand. “I’m not ready for tonight to be over. Are you?”
I shake my head, trying desperately to breathe normally around my speeding pulse. “No.” I fit my palm into his and feel a tug when he pulls me into the back seat. I fall into him and laugh. “Are you crazy?”
He winks and reaches over me to close and lock the car door. “Just a little bit.” Then he pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. He doesn’t make a move to kiss me, but his hands are running up my thighs with a firm grip while his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. His hooded eyes burn into mine, and he lets them linger there a few beats without saying anything at all.
“We need ground rules,” he finally says.
I narrow my