Page 68 of Sing For Me

“Fucking kiss me, Reese. Just like that—”

But she doesn’t wait. She’s on me again, this time with a hunger, her tongue going first, finding mine, grazing my teeth, my lips, then her teeth pressing down on my lower lip.

This last part sends the already licking flames lower, heating my abdomen with something that pushes past any modicum of restraint I’d been holding on to. I slide my hands down, slipping them over her ass, clenching her perfect cheeks in my hands and pulling her onto me.

She lets out a gasp, and I know she feels my need for her. How could she not, when it’s straining like steel against my zipper.

But her eyes dart sideways, to where the crowd has started settling again, and she pulls away from me, looking embarrassed.

I hook my fingers through the belt loops at her hips. “No one’s watching,” I say.

“But they will be, if you keep doing what you’re doing,” she breathes.

I don’t need to ask her if she liked it. I can see by the way her nipples are hard enough to poke through her shirt. I want so badly to cup those tits, to run my thumbs over those hard points.

But she’s right, the crowd is settling, and we need to too.

But I don’t want to.

“Outside,” I rasp.

“Yes.”

I’ve never grabbed my coat faster. I help Reese into hers and then we’re walking out the door, my arm possessively slung over her shoulder. I want to press her up against the wall of the building, but it’s freezing outside, the air sharp like it might snow, though it’s only early November.

“There.” I lead us to my truck, my stiff cock making it slightly difficult to walk.

“Eli,” she says when we reach my truck. “I’m…I can’t have sex with you tonight.” She sounds worried, like this might upset me. I hate it.

I shoot her a look as I open her door. “What if I was going to say that first?”

It works, she laughs, but a crowd of college-age students is approaching down the sidewalk. I lean in and kiss her again, then whisper in her ear, “I’ll take anything, Reese. Even nothing is enough if I get to be with you.” Then before she can respond, I lift her up and set her in the seat.

“Where to, horndog?” I ask as I get in my side and start the engine.

She laughs again, but her hand slides over my thigh, coming dangerously close to the bulge between my legs. “Right here,” she whispers. Then she releases her belt and climbs over the console, straddling me.

“Christ,” I manage, as she hikes up her skirt and settles on me. I reach my hands up under her shirt, grazing my palms over the thin fabric of her bra. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on these all night,” I rasp.

“I have too,” Reese breathes. “Your mouth, maybe…”

My already thick dick throbs and I groan, bunching her shirt up in one hand as I pull down the top of her bra. Her breasts spring free, her rosebud nipples only inches from my lips.

“So perfect, Reese,” I say, before taking one in my mouth, stroking at the tight nub with my tongue. I release it with a pop and Reese moans. I can feel dampness as my cock leaks precum. I switch to the other. “I’d almost forgotten how perfect.” I stroke the other nipple with my tongue, lavishing its peaked end as Reese grinds herself against my crotch.

Shit.

“You can’t do that, baby,” I grit out, cupping her neck once more and pulling her lips down to mine. Her tongue flickers into my mouth before she pulls away. “Why not?”

“Because you’re making me want to fuck you, and we already said we weren’t doing that.”

Reese whimpers, her eyes hooded. A quick glance in the mirror tells me we’re still alone on this dark section of the street, so I risk slipping a hand under her, cupping my palm against her sex.

Now it’s my turn to groan. “You’re wet, Reese.” It’s a statement, not a question, because I can feel her slick heat against my skin, soaking through two layers of fabric.

For me.

“Yes,” she breathes, then grinds herself on the heel of my palm. “It’s been a long time, Eli.”

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