Page 81 of Lovestruck at Sundown
“I missed you,” I said, placing my hand on his cheek, letting it slide to the back of his head, where my fingers twirled around his soft, golden hair.
“I missed you, too.” He smiled and grabbed my hand to kiss it, placing it back where it was and rubbing it against his hair. I laughed. “I don’t want you to stop doing that.”
“You don’t say.” I was still catching my breath, but I leaned in to keep massaging his scalp while his attention remained on the road ahead. “So what’s in Pocantico Hills?”
“A friend of mine owns this incredible farm-to-table restaurant there, and he called me a few days after I left for Vancouver, inviting me and a select few for a private tasting of this year’s holiday season menu. He won a James Beard award for Best Chef in New York City four years ago.”
“Oh, wow.” I could see a bright spark lighting up William’s blue eyes whenever he talked about anything related to food, chefs, menus, and restaurants.
“So please convince me it’s not a good idea to turn around.”
“It’s a terrible idea.” My hand slid down his chest slowly until it reached the hem of his t-shirt. I lifted it just a bit, and my finger teased the skin above the waistband.
“Guille.”
He was visibly hard against the taut fabric of his jeans, and I couldn’t help myself from touching him.
“Is this your way of telling me to turn around?” he rasped out, his tone slightly breathless. “Because I swear to God, I’m—”
“Don’t,” I whispered, kissing the soft skin underneath his ear. “It sounds like this event is important to you. And I think we should go. But maybe this”— I unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper—“will keep you from turning the car around. How much time do we have left before we arrive?”
“Around … thirty-five minutes,” he said in a low, hoarse voice, looking at his watch and wetting his lower lip. “But you should stop unless you want me to crash the car.”
“Are you sure?” I rubbed my hand against the soft fabricof his boxers, his hard length waiting to be released. So I pulled down on the waistband and curled my fingers around his shaft to give it a teasing stroke.
“I don’t want to ruin the leather—fuckthat feels good.”
“Men and their cars.” I shook my head with a playful snort and kept teasing him with my hand. “Besides, this is my first handjob in a car.”
Here I was, doing things outside my comfort zone, but that’s what William did to me. He ignited this wildfire inside me, and it would spread so fast that it was so easy to become consumed by it.
“A first?”
“Mhm. Should I stop?”
“Never.” His chest heaved, and his lips parted as he took in slow, deep breaths through his mouth while his hands gripped the steering wheel so hard it made his knuckles turn white. “There’s a small pack of tissues in the glove compartment.”
As I stretched my other hand to open the glove compartment, a school bus filled with kids became visible in the short distance as we passed through Yonkers, and we were fast approaching it. “Shit, shit, shit.” I tried zipping William up, but it was impossible, so I removed my warm Sherpa-lined denim jacket as fast as I could and tossed it on his lap. He laughed. I straightened up, placed my hands on my thighs, and kept my gaze forward.
“Don’t worry, the windows are tinted.” He smirked at me. “And at the speed we’re going, it’s impossible for anyone to see what’s happening inside.”
“Washappening.” We caught up to the school bus, and as we drove next to it, I waved the kids goodbye to confirm we were invisible, as William claimed we were. “They are waving back!” I shoved his shoulder with my mouth agape, mortified about the thought of having caught someone’s attention earlier whenWilliam made me come with his fingers.
“They can’t see us!” He let out a rumble of laughter, which made me laugh, too. “They’re waving at the car.”
“Right.”
“Kids wave goodbye to every passing car. We used to do that all the time growing up.”
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him, making him laugh even more.
He pulled the gear stick and stepped on the gas, the sudden change in speed gluing my back to the seat. That left the school bus and the SUV far behind us, but Aaron and Cooper quickly caught up.
The highway wasn’t bustling with cars. It was peaceful once we passed through Yonkers, and even if I was feeling a bit more self-conscious, I still wanted to resume what we were doing.
“Can you zip me up?” William said. I’m sure he thought I was uncomfortable about carrying on, but he was wrong.
I removed the jacket that I’d placed over his lap to find his erection pretty much the same as I’d left it before covering him.
