Page 51 of Fourth Wheel
I hum on contact, then pull her closer as I roll my hips forward. Her body melts into mine, our baser instincts taking over as we touch and explore in the privacy of the dimly lit hallway.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because it’s always in my goddamn way,” she huffs, thrusting forward before fisting the hair at the nape of my neck and pulling me down so my mouth meets hers.
She kisses me leisurely, dragging it out as if she’s got all the time in the world.
“I’ve wanted to taste you from the second you walked through the front door tonight.” I pick up the pace and swipe my tongue along her lips, lapping at the strawberry sweetness I’ve come to expect. It takes everything in me not to bite down and draw out a moan.
“I know.” She smirks against my mouth, then moves lower and kisses along my neck.
I groan with every bit of suction, then startle when she cups my rock-hard erection through my jeans. I push into her hand but refuse to make this a one-way game tonight. Or ever again.
I brush my fingers up her leg, grinning as she widens her stance for me without instruction. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I cup her through her shorts, eliciting a mewl that has me dropping my forehead to hers.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to touch you here?” I strum my fingers against her core, letting my pointer finger and pinky dance at the edges of her panties. I’m going to be tempted by these impossibly short shorts all damn night.
She thrusts her hips against me, seeking the friction we’re both craving.
“I dream about touching you, baby girl. I can’t wait to learn what you feel like under my hands and tongue.”
She moans into my mouth, then releases my cock so she can use both hands to pull me tighter against her body.
“I can’t wait to find out how it feels when you clench around my cock.”
She shivers, then her hands are gone. It takes a second to register that she’s undoing the button of her pants, ready to make all my dreams come true right here against this damn liquor cage.
But it’s too dark.
We’ll be too rushed.
And after pushing her away over the last few weeks, I need to savor her.
“Maddie,” I caution, drawing out her name so she knows it’s agony for me to pump the brakes. “Not here.”
I use all my energy to pull back, taking her face in my hands and giving her a slow, apologetic kiss.
“Yes here,” she protests, pulling on the zipper of her shorts and grabbing for my hand.
“No,” I state authoritatively. “Not. Here.” I kiss her again for emphasis, then move to button her pants in the dark. She frowns against my skin and opens her mouth, probably ready to unleash some of that sass I secretly love.
Before she can utter a sound, I wrap her ponytail around my hand twice, then gently pull her head back so she’s forced to look up at me. My breath hitches when she goes compliant and whimpers in my hold. God, she’s pretty.
“I need to take my time with you. And I’ll be damned if any other man gets to smell you on my hands… or my mouth.” I give her a wicked grin, followed by a lust-filled kiss.
“Soon, baby girl. Soon. Just not here.”
“Come home with me tonight,” she offers, grabbing me by the belt loops and pulling me against her with so much force the liquor cage rattles behind us.
I sigh. “I can’t tonight. Fielding has plans after work, so I have to go home.”
She schools her expression and wipes the pout from her face. I have to hand it to her—she pulls it together quickly when I mention my priorities.
“You work tomorrow, right?”
“I do.” I give her a wicked grin, knowing she’ll catch on.
“Does your brother have plans then, too?”
