Page 179 of The Night Shift
“Watch out!”
She jerks the wheel hard, swerving at the last second to avoid a deep crack in the tarmac. The tyres skid over slush, the car jolting sideways before I slam my foot onto the brake. We lurch to a screeching stop, the air between us going dead silent.
A long pause.
We look at each other and burst out laughing.
I was wrong.Thisis better.
Laughingwithher, feeling the warmth of it settle deep between my ribs, watching the way her whole face lights up. The sound makes my heartglow.
Holly’s head tips back against my shoulder, shoulders shaking. “Oh my god,” she wheezes, still clinging to the wheel. “That was horrible!”
“Fun, you mean. No need to thank me. Spending time with me is always fun.”
She turns to look at me. “You are the worst driving instructor in the world, Theo.”
I love it when she says my name like that. With distant affection. I kiss her nose. She laughs even harder.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I ask.
“I literally never want to drive this stupid car again.” Her head rests on my shoulder.
“You sound like a quitter, Dr. Moore.” I nuzzle into her neck, kissing it softly. “I don’t fuck quitters.”
Her breath hitches slightly. She grinds her ass against my hardening cock. “Not even if I say please?”
Fuck. My grip tightens around her waist, and I press a firmer kiss to the nape of her neck.
My hand slides beneath her sweatshirt, my thumb brushing over the stiff peak of her nipple before I pinch, rolling it between my fingers. She gasps, arching into my touch, a soft moan spilling past her lips.
“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur.
She nods, breathless.
I kiss her neck again, slower this time, dragging my lips along her skin. She moans when I find that spot just below her ear. I kiss it again. And again. Just to hear that fucking sound again.
It’s all I want to hear. I want to pull every little gasp, every shaky exhale from her lips. I want to hear every sound she’s capable of making and tuck them away where no one else can ever have them.
I trace the curve of her ribs beneath her sweatshirt, teasing just beneath the swell of her breast before my fingers find her nipple again. I roll it between my fingers, tugging lightly at first, then harder.
She arches into me. Gasping.
I press my mouth to her ear. “You make the prettiest sounds when you let me touch you like this.”
I drag my fingers lower, teasing a few times.
She whines and pushes back against me. “Theo, please.”
“Mmhm.” I press an open-mouthed kiss just below her ear. “Even prettier when you beg.”
Her breath catches when I slip a finger inside her, slow and deep, curling just right. Her nails dig into my thigh. I slide another finger in, revelling in every little twitch, every shiver, every little breathless gasp punching out of her lungs. She tilts her hips, chasing the friction. My cock throbs against her ass. I keep fucking her with my fingers. Her nails sink deeper into my thigh through my jeans.
“Theo,” she whimpers. “More.”
I groan against her neck.
She’s so fucking responsive it kills me. The way she moves, the way she melts under my touch like she was made for it. Forme. I don’t even think she knows what she’s doing to me. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything the way I want this. The way I wanther. Her fire, her sharp tongue, her mind, her laugh. The way she drives me insane and makes me feel more alive than I ever have. I don’t ever want to do this with anyone else. Now and forever, it’s just her. Only Holly. Jesus, this is pathetic. I’m fucking pathetic. I can’t stop wanting her. Every piece, everyinch. I want her when she’s laughing, when she’s pissed off, when she’s curled up next to me with her head on my chest like a little cat. I want her, I want her, I want her, Ilove—
