Page 49 of When It's Us
I hadn’t planned to pull her against me, but the second I had the curve of that plump ass pointing at me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. I was surprised when she didn’t pull away, but seemed to sink back against me, complete with a contented little sigh. I don’t know if she was even aware she’d done it, but it had a satisfied feeling settling in my chest. It had taken all of three minutes for me to fall asleep after that. It had been so fucking comfortable. Does she have any idea what she does to me?
She has to have some idea—especially after the other night in the van, when I damn near got her off. I don’t know what came over me, but seeing her walls come down and watching her open up did something to me. I’ve been attracted to Ginger since day one, but I don’t think she realizes how deep it runs.
Like earlier with the zipline, she’d been wound so tight. I don’t know what finally made her say yes—maybe my pushing helped—but once she committed, she went all in. I was so fucking proud of her.
When she’d looked up at me afterward, glowing with pride, I wanted to kiss her—not to rile her up, but because I needed to. The kind of kiss that would’ve told her exactly what I wanted to do with her.Toher.
She’d been so calm, so warm against me, like she’d finally let go—and I felt it everywhere.
I glance at her now, from the corner of my eye. She’s got her elbow propped on the door, absently twirling a copper curl around her finger, exposing the column of her throat. She’s humming along to something on the radio, having commandeered the dial after breakfast, and even though I know none of these songs, she seems to.
Suddenly, she straightens up as a new song comes on, startling me.
“I love this song,” she murmurs dreamily. “Turn it up, will you?”
The soft openness on her face is something I don’t get to see often, but I find I really like it. So much so that it has me leaning forward slightly to turn up the volume for her. It’s some electropop track, definitely not my style, but it’d probably have good bass if it weren’t for my ancient stereo system.
Ginger starts out singing softly, and pretty soon she’s got a bit of a toe tap going on. Then she adds a couple shimmies of her shoulders before her head starts bobbing along to the beat. She’scompletely lost in the music as she watches the scenery fly by the windshield, and I find myself stealing little glances in her direction.
I love her like this: relaxed and carefree, with her hair in loose waves around her shoulders. She’s normally so closed off, but like this, the easy way she moves to the music, the slight smile on her face as she sings along, she really is fucking stunning.
It does weird shit to my insides, so I force my eyes back on the road. Yeah, she’s always been gorgeous—those curves, those big blue eyes—but there’s more to her than I realized.
I’ve seen flashes of vulnerability, like when she talked about her boys or let me experiment with that damn French fry. She’s neurotic, never relaxes, claims no hobbies—but she’s a mom first, and she clearly pours everything into her kids. I respect the hell out of that. Doing it mostly on her own? That’s no small feat.
She’s also smart and driven. I know what it takes to start your own business, and she’s doing it all to support her boys. That’s sexy as hell.
Maybe hearing from them earlier is why she seems lighter today. It suits her.
Her song has ended, and she leans over to turn the volume down. She looks a little sheepish when she peeks over at me.
“What?” I ask.
She meets my eyes with a little shrug. “Thanks for indulging me. I don’t know why but I love that song. I’m not normally a Chainsmokers fan, but something aboutCloserhas always spoken to me.”
I have no idea what a chain-smoker is, well, besides the cigarette chain-smoking kind, but I nod anyway. I kind of love that she feels comfortable enough with me to sing along to a song she clearly loves.
“It’s good,” I tell her, bobbing my head and making a mental note to remember the name of the song to play later on.
Her cheeks tinge a bit pink, and I also likethaton her. She’s really pulling out all the stops today and my dick is taking notice.
I clear my throat to rid it of the uncomfortable feeling lodged in my throat. “Plus, I like you relaxed.”
She laughs lightly and admits something that surprises me almost as much as it does her.
“I think it’s you,” she says, casting a quick glance my way.
“What is?” I ask, but my fist tightens on the steering wheel the tiniest bit.
“I think you’re rubbing off on me,” she says with another swift glance at me through her lashes.
The double meaning of her words hangs between us, and I can help but chuckle.
“Don’t you dare make a sex joke right now.” She laughs. “I’m being serious.”
I shoot her a grin. “You do realize that goes completely against my nature, right?”
She nods, pressing the back of her fingers to her lips to stifle a smile. “I do. You’re a walking, talking billboard for sexual innuendo.”
