Page 67 of Only for Tonight
“Baby, it’s nine a.m. and a two-hour drive where I won’t get my fill of you.”
“Somehow,” I toss over my shoulder, “I think you’ll survive.”
“I don’t know, it might be touch and go there for a second.” He kisses my lips, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I turn in his arms and he grips my hips and lifts me onto the counter. “Why are you wearing pants?” he mumbles. “You should just wear dresses when we’re home.”
I laugh. “Okay, I’ll get right on that.”
“Okay, let’s go,” he urges, pulling me down, “so we can start on the vacation sex.”
“Because it’s going to be different from the sex we have here?” I ask him as I walk back to the closet and put my toiletries in the bag. “There, I’m done.”
“Are you not going to wear a dress?” He looks at me and I shake my head. “I’m just saying, if you want me to play with you in the car.”
I put my hand on my chest. “That is so thoughtful of you,” I goad, looking down at my outfit of tights and a long-sleeve sweater that is loose and shows a bit of my stomach. “I don’t know how I’ll survive”—I walk to him and put my hand on his chest—“but will you?” I cup his half-hard cock.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He looks into my eyes with a smirk.
“How much of this drive is highway?” I wink at him and walk out of the room.
“A lot of it!” he shouts as he follows me down the stairs and we head to the garage.
Once we are both inside, he puts the GPS on before opening the garage door and starting the car. “Give me a kiss.”
I buckle my seat belt and look over at him. “Ariella,” I retort, “can you please give me a kiss?”
“That’s what I said.”
“No.” I shake my head and lean over the console. “You demanded it.”
I don’t say more because he bends to kiss me. “You’re beautiful, baby,” he compliments softly before giving me another soft kiss.
He pulls out of the garage, grabbing his sunglasses and putting them on. “I hope the baby has your eyes.”
“What?” He looks over at me, his reaches over the console and putting his hand on my leg as I slip my hand into his.
“The baby, I want the baby to have your eyes.”
“You like my eyes, baby?” he asks me and I smile at him.
“I do,” I admit, “very much.”
“What else do you like about me?”
“I’m not talking about sex with you when we’re discussing the baby.”
“Fine,” he gives in, “but I want her to have your eyes.”
“You want it to be a girl?”
He smiles. “Not really because…” He trails off.
“Because?” I ask him.
“Because, if we have a girl, she’ll probably look like you,” he replies and my back goes up straight, “and then I’ll be worried about all the boys trying to go after her.”
“Jaxon,” I say softly.
“But on the other hand, I want her to be smart like you and independent and perfect like you.”
