Page 75 of Confessions of a Carpool Captive
I’m glad he only had two glasses of champagne the whole night, because I’d be worried otherwise. I’ve never seen him drive so fast. I might be scared if I wasn’t so anxious to get home too.
As soon as we drop off Ernesto and Kel, I lean over in my seat and suck his earlobe into my mouth.
He moans as he attempts to focus on his driving. I slide my hand down his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt.
“Fuck, Liz. You need to stop or I’m going to pull over and take you in the back of this car.”
I laugh. “Maybe we should. This car has been a pivotal part of our relationship. It only makes sense he should be involved.”
“He?”
“Yeah, your car.” I laugh as I slide my hand into his shirt, along his breastbone and down to his abs.
“It’s a she. I want you so bad. You’re driving me crazy. Why do I have to live so far away?”
After several more minutes of unbuttoning his shirt, I begin working on mine.
“Liz…” He can’t keep his eyes on the road. We swerve a few times and I decide I’d better stop teasing him.
“Drive. I’ll behave.”
As soon as we pull into his driveway, he flies out of the car and around to my side. My door opens. His shirt is wide open and I can tell by the bulge in his pants that he wants me as much as I want him. I bite my lip as he reaches into the car and pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately.
He fumbles with his house keys as we kiss our way to his front door. As soon as we’re inside, I drop my purse to the floor and he scoops me up, running me up the stairs in the dark to his bedroom.
I’m laughing all the way as he bounces me around. He stops at the foot of his bed and lowers me to my feet.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
“Shh...” I hold my finger up to his lips. “I think it’s time you finally show me how you drive.”
His mouth presses into mine and I pull his shirt off his shoulders. I’ve never wanted a guy as much as I want him. He creates all these… things in me. I call them “things” because I don’t know what they are.
My lips edge down his collarbone to his chest, then to his jeans. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his zipper.
“Just a minute,” he pants.
“What?” I ask, on my knees.
He falls down next to me on the floor and gently kisses my lips.
“Areyouhaving second thoughts?” I question nervously.
“Never. But I’ve thought about this moment for a long time and I want to do it right.”
“Is there a wrong way?” I ask, laughing.
He stands and pulls me up with him. He touches my cheek with the back of his fingertips and slides his hand down my neck to the few buttons still closed on my shirt.
His eyes burn with intensity and I gasp.
“You are a rare and special gift. Having you here with me means you trust me. I know it’s hard for you, and I want you to know that I’m not taking you or a single moment with you for granted.”
I sigh softly. It’s different from any other sigh I’ve given him before. This sigh is adoration. He’s incredible in every way and he’s mine. At least for tonight.
Slowly, he slides each button through the tiny hole, as if each one of them has significance. His hands skim my breast and I gasp as desire floods every cell in my body.
He rolls my shirt off my arms and turns me to unzip my skirt, placing gentle kisses on my shoulders from behind and pulling my hair to the side to gain better access to my neck.
