Текст книги "Take Me There: A Collection of Short Erotic Reads"

Автор книги: Jessica Ingro

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“We can’t,” she protested, even when her hand dipped under my shirt and ran over my back.

“Please. One more time.”

I wasn’t sure how I was going to get over her. Needing her was like needing air. And seeing her round with my child, and then raising him or her, might be too much for me. It was going to be a real problem to stay away.

We gave ourselves over to the desire we had for one another. Within minutes we were both naked on the kitchen floor. I held myself over her on my forearms and slowly sank into her heat.

Rocking back and forth slowly, we made love as my hands explored her body. My mouth placed soft sweet kisses on her eyelids, her cheeks and her mouth. And when we came together, we both whispered how much we loved each other.

And that’s where Isabella left me. Broken hearted on the floor of the kitchen with a single tear sliding down my face.

SIX

Present day…

“That was so good,” the girl murmured from underneath me.

I tried to remember her name, but it wouldn’t come to me. I thought it started with an M—Megan? Mary? I guess it didn’t matter. She served her purpose. There was no reason to have to remember after today.

“Yeah,” I replied, before hauling myself out of bed and putting on a pair of jeans. I buttoned them just enough so they’d stay on, before heading into the master bathroom of my condo.

I splashed water on my face and studied my reflection. I wasn’t even sure who I was anymore. All I knew was that I was miserable.

“What’s this?” the girl called out from somewhere in my bedroom. I poked my head out of the door and saw she had the birthday present I bought in her hands. Damn nosey bitch.

“It’s a present for my sister. Put it down,” I barked at her. I didn’t like the idea of a stranger touching Maddy's stuff.

“Geez. Didn’t mean to offend.” She dropped the gift and finished getting dressed. “I thought you were nice, even if my friends warned me you’re a ‘fuck ‘em and leave ‘em’ kind of guy.”

“That’s where you went wrong. You should have listened to your friends.” I pulled my t-shirt over my head and sat on the edge of the bed to put my socks and sneakers on.

“Guess I’ll see you around then,” she answered, as the door slammed behind her.

I scrubbed my hands down my face and let out a long sigh before looking at the clock on my bedside table.

It was show time.

*****

“Collin!” Maddy called out excitedly as I walked across the backyard of my father’s house with her gift in my hand.

When she ran over to me, I scooped her up in my one free arm and kissed her. Even though she didn’t know I was her father, I loved her so damn much.

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” I whispered in her ear.

“I’m a big girl,” she chastised me.

“Oh I’m sorry. Because you’re three now, I’m supposed to call you a big girl?” I teased.

“Uh huh,” she said in all seriousness, making me laugh.

Setting her on her feet, I listened to her chatter on about the games she and her friends were playing as I put the gift down on the table.

When she spotted a friend and ran off in that direction, I turned my gaze to the dozens of people littering the yard. As if my eyes had a mind of their own, they immediately sought out and found Isabella. Even now, she was radiant. My body was still drawn to her after being apart for so long. It was hell every time I had to see her.

“Collin,” she greeted me when she made her way to where I stood sipping a much needed beer.

“Isabella,” I returned.

“I was hoping we could talk.” She wrung her hands nervously.

“About what?” I raised an eyebrow, appearing nonchalant when really my head was spinning with her request. In the last three years or so, she had never tried to talk to me about anything other than superficial topics.

“Your father is divorcing me.”

“Pardon?” Did I really hear her right? And if so, what did that mean for us? For Maddy?

“The last couple of years haven’t been good,” she said with downcast eyes. “He’s moving in with his secretary.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I laughed at how outrageous this all seemed. Then I said bitingly, “Karma is a bitch.”

She flinched at my words and their meaning, but soldiered on with rocking my world. “I want to tell Maddy the truth.”

“The truth?” I croaked out past a suddenly dry throat.

“Yes. I decided she should know who her father is. Her real father.”

“You broke my heart and stole the first three years of her life from me, and now you want to make it right?” My voice was raised, and a few people looked inquisitively in our direction, but I couldn’t be bothered. This was too huge to not react this way. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Yes. Do you not want her to know?” She bit her lip as her chin quivered with impending tears.

I grabbed her arm and dragged her around to the side of the house where there was privacy.

“Of course I do. But this gift you’re giving me is going to break my father’s heart.”

“He knows. I told him yesterday when he asked for a divorce.”

“Did he ask for a divorce before or after you told him?”

“Before. We haven’t been intimate in a while,” she admitted sheepishly. “He’s finally fed up, and I told you he’s been having an affair with his secretary. When he talked about custody of Maddy, I just had to tell him.”

“You’re a selfish bitch, you know that?” I spat at her. My father was probably crushed by the news.

“Please. He took it better than you would’ve thought,” she defended.

“How is that possible?”

“He had his suspicions way back when. He thought it was hard for Maddy to be his when we hadn’t been intimate in so long, but chose not to find out the truth. He’s upset, but he still loves you both. It’s me he hates.”

“Shit. I need to find him.” I ran my hand over the scruff on my jaw. Part of me wanted to protect Isabella, but the son in me wanted to find my dad and make things better for him. I hated feeling torn between the two of them. It was a sure sign of the hard road ahead if we told Maddy the truth. How could my father not hate me for sleeping with his wife and getting her pregnant?

“Collin, I still love you.”

My hand dropped, along with my jaw, as I stared at her in disbelief.

“This day just keeps getting better and better,” I muttered.

“Do you still love me? Want me?” she asked in a small voice.

Of course I still loved her. I never thought I could love someone as much as I did her. Even after she destroyed me. There was no way I could admit that to her though.

“Are you just doing this because you’re about to be on your own?” I had to ask. It seemed too coincidental that all of a sudden she was doing the right thing.

“No. If you still want me, I want to take this slow. I’m not asking you to support me, or anything. I just want to know if we have a future.”

“I don’t know,” I told her truthfully.

She nodded and turned to walk away. All over again I was that boy on the floor of the kitchen watching the woman I loved leave. I couldn’t bear letting it happen again. Not when I finally felt hope bubbling up in my chest.

“Isabella,” I called out and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face me. With hands on either side of her head, I pulled her lips to mine. Within seconds the kiss ignited, and I had Isabella backed against the house as I dug my erection into her stomach.

Breaking the kiss was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but it was also the right thing to do. Resting my forehead on hers, I took in a steadying breath.

“I love you too,” I whispered. “We’ll figure it out.”

She gave me a luminous smile and nodded her head.

If someone had asked me when I woke up that morning if I ever thought the possibility of getting my family back could be a reality, I would have said no. Good thing no one did.

BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

ONE

“Son of a bitch!” I swore loudly as the windshield wipers failed to keep up with the deluge of rain pouring over the windshield. Leaning further over the steering wheel, I narrowed my eyes in an attempt to see a few more feet in front of the car.

Of all nights for me to get stuck working late.

You would have thought that the diner I managed would have been dead given the state of the weather. Far from it. We couldn’t keep up, especially after one of the cooks called in sick. I had no choice but to put in extra hours when all I really wanted to do was soak in a hot bath and forget this week ever happened.

The worst part was, that dream was still going to have to wait thanks to the late dinner I was going to be forced to have with my mother.

The prospect of spending another evening with her was daunting; I didn’t need her harping on my lack of a serious relationship yet again. She was sure to lecture me about the fact that I let my long-term boyfriend, George, walk all over me and not commit to marrying me. And then in the next breath she’d probably berate me for leaving him and moving back home, becoming a spinster at the age of thirty-four.

Talk about mixed signals.

It had only been three weeks since I left my heart on the floor of the condo I shared with George. I had finally given him the ultimatum that had been on my mind for as long as I could remember—marry me or let me move on to find someone to build the family with me that I so desperately wanted.

George had seemed completely taken aback by my declaration. He even argued with me for well over an hour that you don’t need to be married to build a family. Apparently he wasn’t in a place yet to know if that was what he wanted for the future. According to him, I should’ve just set my feelings aside a little longer.

I had wanted to scream at him that four years together was time enough to know if you wanted a future that included a house and two point five kids with someone. I didn’t though. Instead I gave him a sad smile, placed a kiss on his cheek and, with watery eyes, went to pack my bags.

On my way out, he had grabbed me and kissed me breathless. There had been a moment when I thought this was it; he was going to surrender to my needs. To my dreams. I was so very wrong. He merely stepped away from my body, leaving me bereft, then watched as I composed myself, grabbed my bags and walked out the door.

From then on I was struggling just to make it day to day. To figure out who I was. And to feel again. Since leaving George, I’d become numb inside. Devoid of anything I used to be. I knew time would heal the vicious wound, and that one day I might meet someone who would make me feel alive again. Someone who’d mend my broken heart. Until that day came though, I might as well have been dead.

As I drove through the rainstorm, my thoughts of George and the mess that was my life had tears filling my eyes and spilling down over my cheeks. My vision was blurry as I wiped away the wetness that was flowing too fast for my actions to serve any real purpose.

A shadowy figure abruptly appeared in front of my car and I panicked. My foot slammed on the brakes, and I screamed as the car began hydroplaning on the slick road. The back end of my Ford sedan fishtailed, and I could only stare out the window in horror as I headed straight towards the dark silhouette of a person on the side of the road.

Gripping the wheel and spinning it to the side, I desperately tried to move the car in any other direction, but it was futile. Just as I thought I was about to hit this person, they jumped out of the way, diving to the ground for safety.

Finally catching traction, the car skidded back onto the pavement and spun out while my foot pressed heavily on the brake pedal. The whole time I prayed the stranger was okay. That I hadn’t just committed vehicular homicide.

With a hand resting on my chest, I closed my eyes and breathed heavily after the car came to a stop. When I opened my eyes again, I was surprised to see I was facing the right way on the road, albeit a little crookedly.

I never should have been driving once the rain got as heavy as it did. Especially since I had a forty-five minute drive home. I should have pulled off to the side of the road and waited it out. I knew better. And now I was a blubbering, shaking mess in the front seat of my car while a stranger was probably mangled on the ground behind me.

When I finally collected myself enough to do so, I looked in the side mirror and saw the dark figure seated on the ground with legs bent, forearms resting on knees and a downcast head.

Thank God the person was sitting up. I felt a sense of relief knowing no one had died as a result of my actions.

My heart pounded like a drum inside my chest at the realization that it was a man I had almost hit. Everything had happened so quickly I hadn’t even thought about whether the person was male or female. Now that I knew, I suddenly felt nervous and scared. Here I was on a deserted road, at night, alone.

Should I get out and see if he was okay? Wasn’t that proper etiquette when you almost run someone down?

The fact that he was sitting up was promising, although he hadn’t moved since my car had come to a stop. Maybe he had a heart attack sitting up? I was no doctor. Without looking I’d never be sure. And if he was injured I didn’t want to be the asshole that left him there.

Getting out of the car was probably going to be my worst decision ever. I could already see the headlines—“Dumb broad raped and murdered on abandoned road.” Talk about becoming a cliché victim from a horror movie.

When the man continued to remain motionless, I cursed and palmed my cell phone. Looking down at the screen I realized I had one bar of service. I figured I might be able to get a quick call out before being murdered.

As soon as I opened the door, rain pelted the left side of my body until I could open the small umbrella I kept stowed under my seat. I rose slowly from the car, shutting the door as quietly as possible, afraid to disturb the stranger seemingly lost in thought. The loud sounds of thunder and the rush of rain in the night air were wreaking havoc with the panic building up inside of me.

Tightening my grip on my phone to the point I was afraid it might break, I cautiously stepped towards the stranger. I was about ten feet away when I realized he was talking to himself. I couldn’t make out all the words, but it seemed as though he was beating himself up over something. Maybe the fact that I almost ran him over.

A small part of me relaxed knowing he was alive and hopefully uninjured. The rest remained on edge from fear of the unknown.

“Just my fucking luck,” he bit out right before his body tensed and his eyes fixed on my face.

I cleared my throat nervously while he stared at me intently. “Hello.”

I hated how my voice shook and betrayed my apprehension. It was too dark to make out his face. The shadows around him gave him an almost sinister appearance, which only served to make my mind think the worst.

When he didn’t answer, but continued to assess me, I spoke a little louder.

“I’m really sorry about what happened back there. Are you okay?”

I knew he could speak since I’d just heard him muttering to himself. Maybe he was deaf? I decided to try again.

“Did I hurt you?”

After several seconds, his head shook, yet his gaze stayed locked to me.

Well that ruled out him being deaf.

“Do you need help getting up?” I tried a different tactic seeing as how he was still sitting on the road, in the rain. All I got in return was another shake of his head.

“Are you going to get up then?”

“Probably not.” His deep, rough voice washed over me sending shivers down my spine. I had never heard someone’s voice sound like sex before. I couldn’t say the feelings it evoked weren’t entirely welcome. It had been a long damn time since I felt this visceral of a reaction from a man. Even before George.

Unsure what to say to that other than “are you crazy?” I quickly took in the stranger’s appearance as the lightning in the sky replaced the darkness.

He was tall, with dark hair that was in need of a cut. The ends curled around the collar of his long sleeved thermal shirt. Thick strands flopped forward, hanging on his forehead, water dripping from them.

His arms strained the fabric of his shirt, showcasing toned muscles underneath. And his hands were the perfect man hands—strong with thick veins. Amazing.

His face was that of an Adonis. Perfect bone structure—square jaw, straight nose. His lips were utterly kissable, the bottom one pouty and fuller than the top. I wondered what it would feel like to bite that lip as he thrust into me over and over again.

My thoughts had my insides tightening and heat rising up my body. My thighs squeezed together and I bit my lip. Why was I suddenly so turned on? This was crazy.

I cleared my dry throat and opened my mouth to speak. When no sound came out, I tried again—successfully this time. “So you enjoy sitting in a puddle in the middle of a road in the dead of night? Getting drenched by the rain?” Incredulity laced each word.

“No. But the way my luck is going today, I’m probably better off here.” Again, that voice hit me. I was torn between asking him to read me the encyclopedia and telling him to never speak again.

“At least let me give you a ride somewhere seeing as how it’s kind of my fault you’re down there.” The words were out of my mouth before my mind had a chance to remind me what a very bad idea that could be. The fact that he might be a serial killer aside, I was far too vulnerable to be alone with a man who looked and sounded like pure sin.

“That isn’t necessary.”

“I insist.”

His mouth quirked up on one side, giving me a lopsided grin. “You don’t even know me.”

“Well no…” I hedged.

“Who’s to say I’m not going to do unspeakable things to you once we’re alone?” The double entendre was not lost on me. Not with the way his eyes did a slow once over of my body.

As if the night couldn’t get any crazier, I felt myself reacting to his perusal. My nipples tightened, my breasts grew heavy and my legs trembled. He quirked his eyebrow when I didn’t answer him right away. By the devilish gleam in his eye, I would say he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“Because you could already be doing them,” I informed him.

His eyes did another lazy perusal of my body before he rested his heated gaze on my face. “Damn right I could.”

I took a step back. The stormy hunger in his eyes sparked something inside me. Something dark and wild. Something I had never explored but that had always hung at the edge of my conscience.

“Last chance,” I said with a slight smirk and a shaky voice. This time it wasn’t my nerves getting the better of me, but the lust raging through my veins. I wanted this man—this beautiful stranger—and I felt uncharacteristically reckless enough in that moment to explore the physical attraction if given the chance.

TWO

The man seemed to think on my offer for several moments. Not wanting to stand outside any longer and figuring I might force his decision, I turned and made my way back to the car.

I was reaching for the door handle when I heard the clopping of heavy steps in the rain puddles behind me. “Wait up.”

When he made it to the passenger side of the car, he gave me a small and unsure grin. “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.”

Once we were settled in the car, I started the engine and looked over at him. “Where are you headed to?”

“Not sure.”

“That explains a lot.” Maybe this really was a bad idea after all. Was it too late to change my mind?

No. I wouldn’t back down. I wanted to be a little crazy, a little impulsive. I wanted to see where this would go. And beyond all else, I was being a Good Samaritan.

I put the car in drive and started down the dark road. The rain had finally let up enough to make the road a little more visible. It was something, but it still felt as though we were crawling along the pavement.

We sat in silence as I wracked my brain for something to say. I wanted to ask him questions about himself. Who was he? Where was he going? But I was too afraid the answers might shatter my illusion of a hot stranger on this rainy night.

Eventually his voice cut through the silence immediately causing my heart rate to increase. “I was on my way to Waterloo when my car broke down outside Smithtown. My phone died before I was able to hike it to a spot that had service. Decided to keep going until I found a town.”

“And you thought it was a good idea to walk in this weather with no umbrella and no coat?” I cast an incredulous glance his way before turning back to the road. “I would have taken my chances on someone finding me sitting in the car on the side of the road.”

“It wasn’t raining when I started walking. Twenty minutes later the sky opened up and dumped buckets of water over me,” he explained with a thread of annoyance in his voice.

“My phone’s right here if you want to call someone. A girlfriend or wife perhaps?” I stopped myself from smacking my forehead at how idiotic I sounded fishing for information.

“No girlfriend,” he said with a smirk. “The ride is more than enough. I’m afraid I don’t know anyone in town so that phone call wouldn’t do me any good.”

My face flushed at the little chuckle he let out while answering my question. Embarrassment was quickly replaced with excitement knowing he wasn’t attached to anyone. Especially since the sparks flying between us were enough to set the car on fire.

“I can take you to Waterloo. I’m headed to my mom’s, it’s about twenty minutes past that. There’s a good mechanic named Charlie you can call in the morning to tow your car. Just tell him Maci sent you.”

He gave me a sidelong glance that heated me from the inside out. “Thanks, Maci.”

“You’re welcome…” I trailed off waiting for him to insert his name.

“Jax.”

“Jax,” I echoed. “With this weather there’s no way Charlie will be going out tonight so you’ll have to wait until the morning.”

My words were a bit rushed in an attempt to prevent him from calling Charlie tonight since I was hoping to spend some more time together. Preferably between the sheets.

I was the type of girl that once I got an idea in my head, I couldn’t let it go. It either worked out great for me or ended epically bad. My fingers were crossed tonight would end with me seeing stars and screaming out in orgasm.

“So you live outside Waterloo?” Jax asked me as he fiddled with the radio.

“Yeah, I guess.” I shrugged.

“You guess?” He let out a little chuckle. “How is it you don’t know where you live?”

“Well technically I live there right now.”

“I sense a story here.” He pivoted in his seat so he was facing me. His wet jeans squeaked against the leather.

I gave him a look that said I didn’t want to talk about it and went back to focusing on the road.

“Come on. How about we make it tit for tat? I’ll tell you something about me in return,” he coaxed.

My sigh was heavy when I blew out a breath. “I broke up with my boyfriend recently, so I’m staying at my mother’s until I decide what I want to do.”

He gave me a thoughtful expression before asking, “How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking?”

The side of my mouth quirked up in a wry grin. “Thirty-four.”

“Nice. An older woman. I’ve always wondered if a woman’s sex drive picks up as she gets older. Never had a chance to test the theory though.” The tone in his voice let me know he was teasing me.

My eyebrows shot up and I gave him a shocked look. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-four.”

“You look older than that,” I noted. Suddenly my lustful thoughts seemed a little wrong. Like I was perving on my younger brother’s friend—if I had a younger brother, that is.

“I get that a lot,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I told you my story, now tell me yours,” I prompted before we could talk any more about our age difference. I was afraid it would change my mind about doing unspeakable things with this man.

“Nuh-uh,” he said. “I want to know more about why the two of you broke up. Was it because he sucked? Or because he couldn’t get you off?”

The words were crass and really none of his business, but for some reason I couldn’t find it in me to care. Instead I found myself willingly answering.

“George and I wanted different things. He wanted to focus on getting his tenure at the university, and I wanted to get married and have a family.”

“Well it sounds to me like you lucked out.”

The teasing gleam in his eyes and lighter tone in his voice made me smile despite myself. He had seemed beaten down when I first encountered him. It was so much nicer to see him this way. It made the situation feel less awkward. Like we were two old friends out for a drive.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“Well first of all, George is an extremely boring name so I can only assume that he is just that—boring. Second of all, you shouldn’t have to settle or give up on something you want. Passions are passions regardless of the form they come in; they should never be ignored. Third of all, if you hadn’t left him, you might not be here with me right now. And I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He leaned over the seat and placed an open mouth kiss below my ear.

My body trembled from the intimate contact while at the same time yearning for more. It made it damn hard to concentrate on driving.

Jax sat back in his seat and leaned against the door. “Was that too presumptuous of me?”

“No,” I squeaked out.

“Good.”

“Jax, I don’t do this sort of thing. Pick up random strangers and kiss them,” I tried to explain my hesitancy.

“Well, Maci, I don’t do this sort of thing either. There’s just something about you though…” He trailed off with a shake of his head and a mischievous smirk. “You make me want to do things to you that I shouldn’t want to do.”

“Like what?” I asked weakly. My throat was dry again and it felt like I had a mouth full of cotton. Funny when between my legs I was feeling the exact opposite.

“Like spread your legs and lick your pretty little pussy. I can just imagine how pink and wet you’d be for me. I wonder though. Would you taste sweet and juicy or tart and tangy? And after you came all over my face, I’d thrust inside you while sucking on one of your beautiful tits. I’m desperate to find out if your nipples are red like your lips, or maybe a dusky pink like your pussy.”

I squirmed in my seat and panted as he continued regaling me with dirty details involving me bent over a chair and, oh God, him spanking me as he fucked me from behind. My muscles clenched in anticipation and I felt so empty that I nearly whimpered with need.

This beautiful stranger was turning me on more than the man I had loved for years ever had. While George and I never had crazy, wild passion, I always did get off with him. Typically it was from his fingers and, if I was lucky, his tongue, but I didn’t complain. I knew some women weren’t as fortunate as me in that department.

I felt as if I were wrapped up in an erotic, wet dream as visions of Jax fucking me hard and fast, then slow and steady, filled my mind. I was afraid that at any moment my alarm clock would go off and I’d open my eyes only to discover my hand down my panties and my folds dripping wet with my arousal.

“Tell me what you want, Maci,” Jax pleaded with me as his fingers traced the seam of my pants along my inner thigh. He stopped several inches short of hitting my sweet spot and a groan escaped my lips.

“I want—” Before I could finish that thought, I brought the car to a swift stop when I realized there was a roadblock ahead. “What the…?”

A portly officer walked up to the car, so I rolled down the window just enough to speak with him without letting in all the rain.

“Road’s washed up ahead,” he announced without preamble. “You’ll have to detour down Route 46.” He motioned towards the intersecting road.

“How far up is the flood?” I asked, mentally recalculating the best way to get into town.

“Road opens back up about twenty miles south of Waterloo.”

“Shit,” I mumbled. There was no way we were going to make it into town tonight. I knew from experience that all the other inroads into town were lower elevations and sure to be flooded as well.

“You need directions?” he asked with an impatient look on his face. I fought the urge to be disrespectful and roll my eyes at the fact he was more concerned with getting in his car than helping out stranded citizens.

“No. We’ll be fine.”

When he walked back towards his cruiser with its flashing lights, I turned right and set off down the highway.

“That didn’t sound good,” Jax said, all traces of the earlier lust now absent from his voice. It left me feeling colder than it should have. I felt my body tensing in fear; maybe he was just playing me and didn’t really want me after all. Cougar joke aside, I was older than him and probably curvier than the beauties I could picture on his arm.

“No. There’s no way we’ll make it into Waterloo tonight. The town sits at the bottom of a valley and all the roads are most likely flooded.”

“So what are we going to do?” His laid back tone made my muscles relax a little.

“I figure we’ll head to the next town over and get a motel room. It’s either that or sleep in the car.”

“I wouldn’t mind staying in the car. As long as I get to spend more time with you.” He gave me a smile so wide that I could see the white of his teeth across the darkened car.

“Well I prefer a bed.” And my own room, I silently amended.

I barely knew this guy and although I was incredibly attracted to him, probably more than any man I’d ever met, I wasn’t that keen on trusting him so implicitly. That didn’t mean I wasn’t up for paying his room a visit that night hoping he would continue to make me feel this exhilarated. It just meant that I wanted my own space afterward. The last thing I needed was to wake up with no wallet and no car, stranded at a motel.

“Noted.” Jax adjusted himself in the seat, settled for a moment and then adjusted himself again.

“You okay over there?” It looked like he had ants in his pants.

“I’m hard as a fucking rock thinking about fucking you.” As he spoke, he growled low in his throat. The sound was so sexy and, mixed with his words, a new rush of wetness settled between my legs.

“I want that,” I responded a bit breathlessly.

“Yeah?”

I nodded and swallowed hard when his hand resumed petting me through my pants, but this time higher. Each pass of his finger against my swollen lips made me want to moan. I craved skin on skin contact with this man something fierce.