Page 58 of Show Off

He does, and it’s glorious. There’s a slow slide of tongues, a breathless energy that leaves me squirming as my hands slide inside his shirt. He’s solid and hot, and his skin feels silky under my palms. I can’t see in the dark of the car, but I feel him stiffen when my fingers trace the spot where the chili pepper tattoo brands his heart.

“It’s part of you,” I whisper, and he stills beneath my touch. “All of it is. The scar. The ink. The flesh and blood human beneath it.”

It’s Dal’s turn to shiver, and he does, which blows my mind. The thought that I could move a man so stoic and solid. Around us the windows grow fogged to the point of opaqueness. I can’t see the trees outside or hear the croak of frogs over Michael Kiwanuka playing softly on the stereo.

But inside this car, I feel it all. Dal kisses me slowly, one hand easing between his legs. I’m not sure what he’s doing at first, but then the seat tilts back.

“Oh,” I breathe against his mouth as he pulls me onto his lap. “That’s how.”

He smiles into the kiss. “That’s how.”

His kiss turns serious then. Not serious.Passionate, just like I always dreamed. He wants me, if the stiffness I feel at my core is any indication. And holy cow, he’s…not small.

I squirm against him, bumping my back on the steering wheel. Dal pulls me tighter, peeling my spine off the rubbery wedge of the wheel. “You good?” he asks when I draw back for breath.

“So good.”

His smile fills the car like a dome light. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

His lips meet mine as his hand glides from my waist to my ribs. As his hands cup my breasts again, I gasp.

“Don’t slow down,” I beg when he pauses. “I want this.”

“Not stopping.” His thumb strokes my nipple and I shudder. “Just enjoying.”

Good idea. “Same,” I murmur as I languidly roll my hips, grinding on the hard length of him. He rewards me with a groan, and I do it again, loving how he feels between my legs.

With my skirt hiked around my hips, there’s just a thin film of satin keeping us apart. Shielding my sex from what’s fighting to bust through his fly. Should I help?

As I reach between our bodies, Dal groans again. “Good girl,” he groans as I drag down his zipper. “There’s a condom in my wallet.”

Which he’s sitting on at the moment. Too inconvenient. “There’s one in my purse, too.” That’s on the passenger seat, and his hand whips out in the corner of my eye. I can’t catch my breath. “We’re really doing this.”

He pulls out the prophylactic. “Not yet.” He smiles. “I promise you’ll know when I’m inside you.”

I laugh and shift against him, raking my center down the length of him. Can he feel how wet I am?

“Baby,” he groans, and I stiffen for a second.

But I see in his eyes that’s not condescension. Dal’s not touching me like a fragile infant. To him, I’m not the pampered youngest child.

He’s treating me like a queen.

“Yes,” I hiss as his thumb strokes my nipple again. “That feels so good.”

I angle back to give him space to work. To sheathe himself without breaking our kiss.

But he doesn’t seem to want to let go of me. The thought makes my kiss-swollen lips curve up in a smile. Breaking the kiss, I lean back to watch him work. To stare in wonder as he slowly rolls the rubber down the length of his?—

HONK!

I jump as my spine blasts the horn. “Oh, shit!”

Dal freezes beneath me, then draws in a breath. “Hold still.”

Right. If we don’t move, maybe no one will see. It’s a chilly night, so maybe no one’s out walking. We’re hidden behind Dal’s house and the trees, so maybe?—

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