Page 92 of All I Need

He presses the button on his key fob to unlock the pickup and as sexy as it is for him to open my door for me, I don’t give him the opportunity. I throw open the door, hop inside and impatiently wait as he climbs in behind the wheel. As soon as he does, he twists around, throws the blanket we were sitting on in the back seat and then takes my face in his hands, kissing me with so much fervor and passion, I have to clench my thighs together to curb the building ache.

His tongue plunges into my mouth, his fingers thread through my hair, pulling me close.

“I want you,” I pant.

“God, Ellie, you have no idea.”

“Where…”

He shows me his phone, a smirk on his face.

Willow: Change of plans. I’ll explain later. Grayson and I are at home the rest of the weekend.

“Should we be worried about why? Is Grayson okay?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Willow’s his mom. If she says he’s at home, he’s at home. If I needed to be worried, she would tell me what’s going on. But what this means is, we’re going to my house and I’m not letting you leave until we have to go to work Monday morning so you’d better do what you gotta do to let Miss Polly know you won’t be back because I’m finally gonna have you alone and I don’t plan on sharing.”

“You’re kidnapping me?”

“Yes.”

“Clothes?”

“You won’t need them. I have an extra tooth brush you can use. Any other excuses?”

“Nope.”

“Good.” He sits back in his seat and the pickup starts up with a roar. He slams it into drive and damn near squeals out of the parking lot. I’m sure we just made an enormous scene not only leaving the movie in the middle but also with the ruckus we caused. I also don’t care.

The ride to his house is quiet but the air in the cab of his pickup is thick. The promise of what’s to come weighs heavy on both of us. He reaches over the console and places a hand gently on my leg. Every neuron is firing and the simple touch sets me on edge.

My legs part of their own accord and I slink down deeper into the leather seat. Out of the corner of my eye I see his jaw clench as his fingers flex. I blow out a breath through pursed lips and drag the hem of my dress higher up my leg with my fingertips.

“Ellie,” Walker says, my name a warning.

“Hmm?”

“You like teasing me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right,” he grunts but doesn’t remove his hand. He takes the hint, slides his hand up my thigh until his pinky grazes over my center. My breath hitches. With purpose, he slides it up and down. I know he can feel how ready I am for him. It would be impossible to miss.

Feeling bold, I slip my fingers under the band of my underwear.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Walker rasps, his voice rising at the end.

I don’t answer him. Instead, I lift up and tug the thin nude cotton panties, something that felt boring when I put them on earlier tonight, down my legs. The material slides beneath his fingertips but I notice that he doesn’t remove his hand entirely.

He gulps, his hand shifting to where it was earlier. The first touch against my sensitive skin nearly makes me go through the windshield.

“Lean your seat back.” His voice is gravelly and a direct hit to my core.

I do as I’m told and am rewarded when his hand cups me, his thumb playing with the tiny bundle of nerves as he without preempt plunges his middle and ring finger deep inside. I gasp and grip the console and arm rest.

“Holy shit,” I pant.

“Is this what you did to yourself the other night on the phone? When you were imagining it was me touching you? Or did you use that sexy pink toy?”

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