Page 128 of Into These Eyes
After our ride pulls up and we buckle in, I ask, “What else have you conveniently forgotten to tell me about that night?”
He grins across the space between us, the streetlights flashing a spark in his eyes every time we pass beneath one.
“Well,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, “it was more fun than it is right now.”
My mouth drops open. “Excuse me?”
He places his hand on the middle seat between us. “Because you were sitting here.”
My heart thuds. Is it possible to be jealous of the drunk woman who pressed herself up against him?
“And then what happened?” I can’t help but ask.
He raises an eyebrow. “If you want to know, we’ll have to re-enact it.”
I stare at the challenge in his eyes for a moment. He’s too damn sexy to resist, and the worst thing is, I think he’s utterly unaware of that fact. God, I want to kiss him so badly.
As fast as I can, I unbuckle my belt and slide over to the middle, a warningdingcoming from the front of the car.
I catch the driver’s disapproving glare in the rearview mirror when Gavin reaches across me and snaps my seatbelt into place.
Looking straight ahead, I give myself a minute to adjust to the heat of the entire length of his body pressing against my side. All that pent up tension he created beneath the table comes flooding back with a vengeance. With his amused eyes on mine, I ask, “And then what happened?”
“You rested your head on my shoulder.”
I bet I did. A girl would have to be crazy to be in this position andnotcozy up to him. So, I do just that.
While contemplating what I should do next, I remember I don’t have to. He’s in control of every single moment right now. And I love it.
“And then?” I breathe, eager for his next instructions.
He slides my hand onto his stomach. “Then I had to hold you like this to stop you roaming all over me.” He places his palm on my forearm and caressing my skin with slow circles.
“That wasn’t very nice of you,” I murmur.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Removing his hand, he gives me permission to roam all over him. Instead, I pull away a little so I can look into his eyes, then I rest my palm against his jaw, run my fingertips over his beard and murmur, “Does this feel nice?”
“Having you touch me anywhere at all feels fucking amazing.”
“Oh.” I let a slow smile spread across my face.
“Yeah,oh.” Sinking his fingers into my hair, he eases my head back to his shoulder.
I snuggle in, then, starting at the hollow of his throat, I gently glide a fingertip down his skin until I encounter a button. Over the soft fabric of his shirt, I keep going, exploring every rise and dip of his muscled stomach. As I move a little lower, my elbow bumps over his belt buckle, and abruptly stops against something thick, hard and hot. “Did that happen, too?” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he admits on a broken syllable.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to imagine the torment I put him through that night. He’d wanted me then, too, and could easily have taken advantage that night. Clearly, my body had been telling him to go for it. But he hadn’t. Not because he didn’t want to. Because he was with me that night for one reason only. To keep me safe, to protect me. Even if it was from my own stupid self.
“Okay.” He moves my hand to his waist and clamps down on my forearm. “I think maybe this position is much safer. Speaking of which …”
I wait, and when he doesn’t continue, I lift my head and search his eyes. Easing closer, he presses his lips to my ear. Even before his voice rumbles through me, shivers of pleasure run down my spine.
“Do we need to make a stop … to get condoms? I’m clean, but … I know you wouldn’t want to get pregnant … just yet.”
Just yet?My heart hammers loud and fast. Is he already thinking about the future? A future withme?
