Page 24 of Dr. Do-Right
His eyes closed, and he whispered my name again, a fond admonishment slipping through the beginnings of his smile. “You’re going to be the death of me. I’m going to have to bend you over the couch later.”
Despite his quiet tone, our driver let out another strangled cough, cranking the dial on the radio again. I bit my lip, stifling a giggle at Mal’s mortified look.
“Shit, I’m sorry. This is going all wrong,” he whispered. I could just make it out over the music.
“It’s not all wrong. Kiss me.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth. The heat that had been steadily burning between us all night caught again. Every nerve ending in my body lit up in response to his thumb raking across my bottom lip.
“Not in public.” Even as he said no, everything else about him said yes. The way he leaned closer, the way his fingers squeezed mine even more. The quick, almost imperceptible uptick of his breath.
“We’re not in public, and that guy already knows you plan on bending me over the couch later.” I paused for a beat, tongue darting out to lick the pad of his thumb. He was close to me, leaning over into my space. I heard him groan, even over the music. “Couch, huh? Interesting choice.”
“Couch is…” he swallowed, shifting in his seat. A quick glance down confirmed he was sporting an impressive erection. My blood pulsed hot. Tonight, it was all for me. I’d get to touch him, feel him. Suddenly, that was all that mattered. “Couch is like fourth choice.”
“I want to hear your top three.” My leg slid over his knee, allowing me to sink further into him. The closer I got, the closer I wanted to be. A few more inches and I’d practically be in his lap.
“Bed,” he rasped, leaning closer to drag his nose along my jaw. Goosebumps raised on my legs. “Shower. Balcony. I’ll make you come while you’re looking out at the…city…”
His words echoed in the split-second of dead air before the radio rolled into the next beat.
Our driver winced, looking as uncomfortable as Mal did. “Only so much I can do in between the songs, man.”
A cackle of laughter burst out of me before I stifled it with my hand over my mouth.
While my body shook, I felt Mal plant his hands on my hips and haul me across the leather bench seat, pushing me as far away as I could get. I was so wound up over him, I’d forgotten about seatbelts.
“I’m so sorry. I’m not usually like this,” Malachi assured our driver, pointing a finger at me when I tried to scoot back towardsthe middle. “You! Stay over there. I can’t think when you’re…” His fingers rippled in my direction, “there.”
On his side of the car, Mal’s face was beet-red, chest heaving. I made a big show of clicking my seatbelt around my torso. Only for the car to slow to a stop in front of my apartment building.
Or, now, our apartment building.
As of today, Mal had officially moved in upstairs. I sank my teeth into my lip as I climbed out of the car, trying to keep a massive grin from spreading over my face. I peered up at floors and floors of sleek glass and concrete while Mal leaned over the passenger window to talk with the driver.
Mal lived here now, just an elevator ride away. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. Soon, Sonia would be back in Chicago and we could tell her that things had…changed between us. Because they would. Soon. Tonight. Right now.
I wondered how fast that elevator could go.
“You.” Mal turned to glare at me, stuffing something into his breast pocket while the Rover rolled away into the night. He gave me that warning finger again. The stare. The voice. Yet, his eyes were hot, mouth quirked in the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. “You are nothing but trouble. How come you climb all over me and I’m the one who looks like a degenerate?”
“You are a degenerate. For me,” I purred, tip-toeing closer. Oh, my God, we were so close to my apartment. His apartment. Anyone’s apartment! In, like, five minutes flat, I was going to be fully naked with Malachi Dobrev. My little heart couldn’t take it. It was hammering so hard, people could probably see my throbbing pulse up in space.
Barring the unfortunate encounter with my parents, the night had been perfect. How he’d held me, the way our hands were never far from each other. Touching him, being with him, calling him mine…it was everything I’d dreamed of for so long. I evenloved that there was a random driver somewhere in the city who knew we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
I was done waiting. I wanted him now.
“Come on, Kitten.” His voice was jagged, gaze so hot, I knew he was thinking the same. He offered me his palm. It was warm and strong as it enveloped mine. “Hands only,” he ground out, pulling me inside and towards the elevators. We passed by two of the building’s security guards in a rush. “I don’t need some security video of me ripping your dress off showing up on TMZ.”
“Because it’s bad for your sensitive, respectful image?”
“Because I’m the only one who gets to see your tits.”
I was used to his words, of course. He used them on me all the time when he was trying to make me come. Now, with his apartment only a few seconds away, hearing him say something like that took hot to a whole new level.
“Malachi.” I whispered as the elevator doors shut, enclosing us together. The car felt sweltering. Sweat shone on Mal’s brow. I wasn’t the only one feeling the heat.
“One-six-five-zero,” he murmured, staring at my mouth.
