I moaned and reached up to run my fingers through the back of his hair. He tasted like cinnamon and sugar and felt like heaven. My body woke up, almost purring for his attention.
"Don't talk to me like that again. I'm in charge, Kitten. Not you." He nipped at my lips, and I nodded, completely breathless. "Let's get you home."
"Take me home with you." I wrapped myself around his side as we walked out into the parking lot and got into a black Porsche.
"No. I can't." He started the car and reached over, running his hand up my thigh and squeezing softly. "This shit between us has to stop."
"I'm scared." I wrapped my arms around myself. "Something is happening with my brother and this fucking cop you know won't leave me alone, and-"
"Cole's bothering you?" His voice dropped low.
"Just that once, but it's more than I'm used to." I reached up and touched my lips. "I'm going to be sick."
"Not in the car, baby." He jerked over to the side of the road, reached over me and pushed the door open as I stumbled out and knelt down to throw up. He was beside me before the first wave of sickness splashed over me.
I started to cry in the middle of it. I'd always hated throwing up. Something about it seemed so insanely violent, like I was going to hack up an internal organ or something.
"Shh... it's okay. I'm right here." His voice was soft, loving.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled and stood on shaky legs.
He reached for me before my knees gave out, and I leaned against him. "Lightweight."
"Cheap date." I gave him a weary smile and snuggled against him as he picked me up and carried me back to the car.
"Lay back and relax. I'll take you to my place for the night, but tomorrow morning you have to leave, Grace. This thing between us has gone too far."
"Okay," I whispered and swallowed a thousand regrets. I needed to have him just take me back to my place. I didn't need another night with him to remember when he finally followed through with his threats.
I turned to face him and watched him until the world faded around me and darkness crept in to take me under. I could have sworn I heard him say that he was falling in love with me before I passed out, but maybe it was part of the fantasy I lived in my head.
Shit like that only happened in books.