Page 97 of Love Unforgettable
How can he still drive and remain so calm?
I want him to be as frazzled as I am. As turned on as I am. Though, from the looks of his dick in his jeans, he’s hard as a rock and has been for a while. I wait until we turn onto the private road leading to our properties before I unclip my seat belt and swing my right leg around to straddle him. I tilt my hips down, so I can feel him then bury my head in his neck, nibbling my way from his ear down past his neckline. One arm goes around me, the other one tries to steer.
“Fuck it,” he says stopping the truck and putting it in park. He grabs my face in his hands and looks me in the eye.
“You’re asking for trouble, sweetness,” he says.
“Are you trouble? ‘Cause then, yes, I am,” I smile.
He leans in and kisses me.
Again.
And again.
His palms never leaving my cheeks. We kiss until the windows fog and neither one of us can catch our breath.
Until he leans his forehead against mine and drops his hands. “We need to stop before it goes any further.”
“Why?”
“You’re not ready,” he says.
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“You aren’t in charge of me or my emotions and feelings.”
“But I am in charge of mine. And I don’t think you’re ready.”
“I am ready.”
“Sweetness, there is nothing wrong with waiting a little bit more time to spend the night together.”
“How is it that I’ve let you reject me twice now?” I look down, embarrassed and angry.
“Hey,” he says lifting my chin with his finger until I’m forced to look at him. “There never has been, nor will there ever be, a situation where I reject you. Timing is everything, sweetness. I will make love to you, over and over. All night. Countless nights. For as long as you plan to let me.” He leans in and kisses me lightly on the lips. “It’s just not going to be tonight.”
“You suck,” I pout.
He smacks me on the bottom. “Get back in your seat so I can drive you home and walk you to your door.”
“No.”
He starts the truck and puts it into drive, then cruises along at a slow speed along the private drive. I place my palms on either side of his face and lower my lips to his, kissing him softly. Then pulling away slightly to run my tongue along his upper lip and place kisses on either side of his mouth. When I look up, I see that he’s watching me and not the road, and that the truck is hardly moving. I pull his bottom lip between my teeth and bite gently, then soothe it with my tongue. Rolling my hips against him.
God, he feels good.
I pepper kisses around his mouth as I run my hands down his biceps, over his abs, and back up to his chest. Feeling the solid wall of muscle under the silky shirt. We reach my gate and he shifts the truck back into park. Then he grabs my hands and brings them behind my back, holding them there with one hand, and using the other at the back of my head to hold it still. He starts with his lips at the base of my neck and works his way up to my jawline, seeming to hit all of the sensitive places at once.
The minute his lips hit mine, I know this kiss will be different.
And it is.
More demanding and possessive than before. With a bit of “me Tarzan, you Jane” thrown in. His lips sure, his tongue demanding, his hips thrusting. My dress slips up to my waist. My panties are the only thing between me the friction of his jeans. I’ve been so turned on all night. He’s so hard. Everywhere.
Oh. My. God.
