Page 148 of Dangerous Encore
The entire time, Lacey is leaning against the seat, her back arched, her fingers working hernipples.
Fuck, those should be myfingers.
I turn thecaroff.
She hustles to undo her seatbelt. Then mine. Then she's back to playing withhertits.
"Good girl." I savor the sight of her for a minute. I can't believe the shit her mom said aboutherbody.
She'sperfect.
Especially herperkytits.
Right now, I'm going to show Lacey just how much I appreciate very inchofher.
Later, we can talkaboutit.
Fuck, I'm going to come in pants atthisrate.
And that's fuckingunacceptable.
"Get out of the car, baby," Idemand.
She looks around, studying our surroundings. Either she decides it's private or she's tipsy enough shedoesn'tcare.
It doesn't matter. I care enough for bothofus.
She pushes the door open and stepsoutside.
Ifollow.
It's a cold night, and I'm in my leather jacket. She must be fucking freezing in that thin dress, especially with the top half of it bunched at herwaist.
I want to feel my skinagainsthers.
I want every inchofher.
But I want her comfortable enough toenjoythis.
I slide my leather jacket off my arms and move aroundthehood.
Her eyes fix on mine. They're wide with that intoxicating mix of need and trust. When she's in this state, she'll do anythingIask.
The responsibility of that fills me with a thrill that goes all the way to my fingersandtoes.
First,this.
Then shecomes.
I help her into my leather jacket one arm at a time. She arches her back, leaning into mytouch.
I slide my arms around her waist and pull her into a slow,deepkiss.
She tastes like red wine and chocolate and Lacey. And the way she kisses back, hard andhungry…
Like she can't get enoughofme.
Like she'll never get enoughofme.
