Page 44 of Stay With Me
What if someone knocks on the door because they recognize his truck?
I don’t think I care if we’re caught.
“I don’t want to stop,” I tell him.
A smirk takes over his face, the cabin illuminated by the movie in front of us.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I nod. “Of course.”
He nuzzles my neck and places soft kisses along my jaw. “Just remember, you’re in control here. Okay?”
“Y-yes,” I whisper.
He slides the hand in my hair down my neck and gives a light squeeze.
I feel like my senses are in overdrive.
I don’t feel like I’m in control.
Once settled, he brushes his thumbs up and down my sides, featherlight across my skin.
I shiver at his touch, my heart pounding in my ears. Even though we’re right next to each other, the desire to be closer consumes me.
I give into the pull, kneel on the seat, and shuffle toward him, crawling into his lap.
Slowly, I meet his eyes. “Is this okay?” I whisper.
“Of course it is, my Lunabella,” he says, fingers brushing the underside of my breast before he cups my breasts and squeezes lightly. “Is this okay?”
I nod as my groan fills the cabin.
He leans forward and kisses my shoulder. The heat of his lips burns through my shirt, and I can’t take my eyes off him.
“You might miss some of the movie,” he whispers.
“We can watch it again another day, right?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, baby, we can watch it another day.”
I lean down and kiss him again.
His strong hands pull me closer, my hips rolling through the movement. My core throbs, and my brain short-circuits.
My pulse quickens as I work to figure out all the emotions rushing through me, causing me to freeze.
Like he can pick up on my inner war, he asks, “Still with me?”
“Yes. I… I just don’t know what to do.”
He stops, letting go of my hips. “We do what feels right. There is no rush.”
I swallow hard as I nod.
“Just tell me if you want to stop. We won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
“I know. I trust you,” I tell him honestly.
