Page 60 of Forever Wild
She peels out with a laugh. Once she gets on the main road, she’s much more careful and I breathe a little easier.
“Have you eaten?” she asks, glancing over at me. “I skipped lunch. We could have an early dinner.”
“Do you have a shirt?” I ask, letting my gaze drop to the swell ofher breasts bouncing with the movement of the car.
“It’s covering the important bits.”
“You’d give the seniors at the early bird special a heart attack.” She might give me one.
She laughs again. Fifteen minutes of her driving and me getting more turned on with each second, we arrive back at my place. She parks the car in its spot in the garage and kills the engine.
I let out a long breath.
“Were you that nervous I’d crash? I’m a good driver.”
“No, I was nervous you’d take off your top and kill me.”
“That is still a likely outcome, but please don’t die.” She crawls over the console onto my lap.
“I don’t think this car is big enough for whatever you have planned,” I tell her as she attempts to straddle me.
“I don’t have a plan.”
Her skin is warm and silky smooth. Her hair hangs down over her shoulders, partially covering one breast, and her face is makeup-free, showcasing a smattering of freckles that span out across her cheekbones.
“I have a few ideas.” I brush my thumb along the small dots on the right side of her face.
“You’re not going to tell me how this is a bad idea and it’s not happening again.”
“Would it matter?” I laugh.
“Well, I’m not going to kiss you against your will.”
I lift my hips so she can feel what she does to me. “Does it feel like it’s against my will?”
Before she can answer, I thread my fingers through her hair and bring her mouth to mine.
She reacts immediately, pressing into me and kissing me back with a fervor that makes my pulse race. She’s under my skin, in my bloodstream, consuming my thoughts.
There’s no point in denying I want her and it’s a little too late to keep from crossing the line.
Everly doesn’t hold back. I like that about her. She doesn’t hide who she is or what she wants. And right now, she’s a woman who wants me badly. The feeling is mutual.
I slide the hand in her hair down the side of her neck and then skim my fingers over the side of her bikini top. She shivers and arches into me, encouraging me to touch her there. I detour and wrap my arm around her back, then with the other I open the door.
“No, don’t run away yet.” She stops kissing me only to protest, then covers my mouth with hers again.
“Not running away,” I manage to get out as we devour each other. “Taking you with me.”
I maneuver out of the car like a man on a mission with her glued to my front.
“I can walk,” she says, but then wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, rubbing her tits up against my chest in the process.
I make it inside by instinct alone, since all my other senses are focused on not breaking our kiss.
The entry door from the garage slams behind me. Without realizing I’ve made the decision, I find myself walking toward the kitchen island. It’s the nearest flat surface. I set her down and stay between her legs.
Now that my hands are free again, I let them roam over her. From the curve of her waist, up her side, to her face, and finally tangled backin her hair. I tug the strands, baring her neck to me. My teeth graze over the slim column and latch on to the pink bikini string. I follow it down to the triangle covering the peaked, hard nipple.
