Page 11 of Dear Wedding Planner
The ride back to my place takes forever, and Miles has to banish me to the passenger side of the car when my wandering hand distracted him, and he nearly side-swiped a line of parked cars on the road back to my place.
I reach out for him, but he catches my hand in his and brings it up to his mouth for a kiss.
"I've waited almost ten years for this moment, and I'm not going miss out because you are distracting me, and we get in an accident.”
“You’re no fun,” I pretend to pout.
“I promise you that when we are safe in your house, I will make it worth the wait.”
Heat pools low in my belly, and I have to press my thighs together to ease some of the ache. My body is reacting to Miles in a way it has never had with any other man before. I feel like I’m losing control of myself when he’s near me. Maybe it's because, with him, it's more than just physical. There's an emotional connection I've never shared with anyone else. When I’m with him, I feel like I don’t have to hide who I am. I can be open and not feel like he’s going to judge or reject me. When he looks at me, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I’m the second house on the left after the stop sign,” I tell him.
He pulls into my driveway and shuts off the engine.
“Are you sure you okay with this? We can wait if it will make you more comfortable."
I don't know if it's the two glasses of wine I had at dinner or the fact that I'm so amped up for him that I toss any inhibitions I had out the car window. I remove my interlaced fingers with his and resume my hand’s earlier exploration.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, resting his head against the headrest of the car.
I rub my hand over his hard cock and squeeze gently.
“Does that answer your question?”
“Hell, yes.” He leans over the console and cups the back of my head, pulling my mouth to his for a scorching kiss.
I can’t get close enough. I want to feel the warmth of his naked body pressed against mine.
"Let's go in," I say after I accidentally lean my elbow on the horn, and it lets out a loud blaring honk that most definitely woke up any of my sleeping neighbors.
We manage to get inside without any other incidents that might draw the attention of some of my nosier neighbors, like Mrs. Adelstein. I swear that woman’s face is permanently attached to the front window of her house. Nothing goes down in this neighborhood without her being the first to know.
The moment the front door closes, Miles reaches for me and pulls me against him. His strong arms explore my body as his mouth kisses a hot trail up my neck to my ear.
“Where is your bedroom?” he asks, his voice so deep it sends shivers down my spine.
“It’s at the end of the hallway,” I pant.
“Good.” He leans down and scoops me up into his arms like I don’t weigh a thing.
“What are you doing?”
“Thought it was fairly obvious.” He chuckles.
“I can walk on my own.”
“I couldn’t take the chance that you might get distracted, and I would have to wait one second longer to get you naked."
He sets me down by my bed and kicks the door shut behind him. I watch as he wastes no time pulling off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. The ache between my thighs amps up to a new level, and my legs wobble unsteadily the moment he opens his shirt, and I can see the thick wall of muscle in his chest. I sit down on the edge of the bed and watch him with rapt attention.
“You aren’t getting undressed.” He smiles his crooked grin at me.
I lean back on my hands and lift my leg to run my foot across the hard bulge in his pants. "I'm just sitting back and enjoying the show."
He laughs. “You want a show?”
I nod and bite my lower lip.
