Page 53 of Love.V2
“Maybe. But I owe you.” I grabbed her fingers, bringing them up to my lips. Feeling her was a compulsion. A vital function of my body. She melted against me, the dress crushed between us. My lips grazed her forehead. “Now, Angel. What’ll it be? Fast? Or slow.”
She only had to think for a second before she rose on her toes to plant a kiss on my lips. “Fast.” I caught a flash of her smile before the door between us slammed in my face. I tipped my head back and cackled.
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“Butter,” Tess murmured, her head propped on my shoulder, one hand resting on her stomach. She’d moaned that she couldn’t eat another bite, but the whole time our car sped around the city, she’d been talking about every single thing she’d consumed. “The French just know how to use it better than we do.”
“Magic. That pâté…” I trailed off, running my fingertips along the slope of her neck, where it dipped to meet her shoulder. Every inch of her could be a work of art. The shadow of her clavicle, the soft skin around her throat.
She groaned, and the sound went straight to my cock. “So good. It reminded me of that French place in Nashville. You remember that place?”
Your favorite restaurant with that chardonnay you always ordered? That time we dared each other to try the escargot, and you liked it so much we went back three times that month?“Yeah.”
“That was a good place. I think I liked this one better, though.” When she smiled up at me, she looked soft, dreamy. She’d had three glasses of champagne, and the bubbly went to her head faster than regular wine. “Even the band was phenomenal. Am I into jazz now?”
“We could be jazz people.”
“You think?” Her nose wrinkled when she was thinking hard about something.
“Oh, yeah. We’ll be very hip. Listen to everything on vinyl.”
“We’ll need to buy more turtlenecks. Jazz people always wear turtlenecks.”
God,she was cute. “I don’t know. I like this neck. It’d be a shame to cover it up.” When I placed lingering kisses against her skin, she shivered. The fabric of her rainbow dress caught on the passing streetlights.
“You did good tonight, Morris.”
“Mmm,” I agreed, licking the freckle by her lips I’d always been fond of. “It’s not over yet,” I reminded her, nuzzling the soft skin underneath her ear, where she smelled like lavender and rain.
“You’re right,” she murmured, leaning closer, planting her own kisses across my jaw. I glanced at the driver in the front seat. He was looking ahead, paying us no attention. Thank God. Surely he had some idea what was going on back here.
Tess curled around me, gripping my jaw.
And all thoughts of our driver vanished from my mind.
Her lips opened underneath mine. The brush of her tongue across my mouth hijacked every single one of my senses. Taste, touch, smell.
All of it was Tess.
There had been a lot of hard parts about her leaving. I missed her the way someone misses air when they’ve been pushed underwater. Her absence hurt, but it was the torture I inflicted on myself that cut the deepest.
Remembering the feel of her body against mine. The sound of her breath in the morning, soft and even. How her face lit up every time she saw me, even towards the end.
I wrapped my arms around her, hauling her closer and growling when she got tangled up in the seat belt.
This wasn’t a memory, it was real. She tasted like champagne. She felt like a better life than the one I’d been living.
I licked into her mouth. Teeth nipped enough to sting. To make me crave it even more. I cupped her cheek, lifting her, tilting her chin, and taking control. Tess was so careful, so thoughtful and composed, with everyone except me. I wanted it all.
“Dylan,” she gasped when our mouths clashed again. I inhaled the sound, wanting it tattooed into my skin. Her fingernails scraped against my neck, fluttering as she tugged on the top button of my shirt.
I captured her wrist. I was gone for her, but not enough to strip in the back of a cab. But we could still…I chased the thought, sucking her lip into my mouth while my other hand smoothed down her dress. My fingers radiated lavender sparkles wherever they touched.
The hem fluttered a few inches above her knee. Just short enough that I could see the definition of her thighs. I wanted to lick them up and down. Then up again. My thumb slid up an inch, exposing more.
“Sir? Ma’am?”
Tess stilled, reality barging in like a battering ram. Our driver rattled off the address I’d entered when I called the car, unimpressed that we were practically dry humping in his back seat.
