Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“You love attention,” she quips.
“I love your attention. And before you say it, fuck no I don’t want anyone else to have it. I don’t want anyone else to hear you when I make you come, and I sure as fuck don’t want them to see what you’re hiding underneath these clothes.” I stop at my truck. “So, yeah, baby, we’re going home.” Without having to tell her, she reaches for the handle on the door, and pulls it open. I use my leg to push it open all the way, then set her gently onto the passenger seat. My hand grips the back of her neck, and I pull her into a kiss. It’s sloppy and hurried, but the way her nails are digging into my forearms, I know she likes it. We don’t have time for slow right now.
I need to get her home.
I need to get her naked.
I need to make her mine.
Forcing myself to pull away, I rest my forehead against hers. I need to catch my breath. With willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I separate my body from hers. She turns in the seat, and I reach around her and buckle her in.
“I can do that,” she says softly.
“I know you can, but I take care of what’s mine.” With that, I kiss the corner of her mouth and close the door. My long legs carry me to my side of the truck, and the door is barely shut behind me before I have the engine started, and we’re on the road.
We’re quiet for several minutes, both lost in our thoughts, when her voice fills the cab. “Whatever happened to bench seating in trucks?” she asks.
I glance over at her. “What?”
“This.” She points to the center console. “What happened to bench seating? You know, the girl sitting in the middle, the guy’s arm slung around her shoulders.”
“I’m sure they still make them.”
“Then why didn’t you buy one of those?” she asks, and I know she’s serious by the tone of her voice.
“I wanted this one.”
“But this one”—she points again to the center console—“is keeping me away from you.”
I should be ashamed of how her words make me feel. Like I want to spout poetry and shit. Only Gabby has ever had this kind of effect on me. “I’m sorry, baby.” I don’t know what else to say and she genuinely sounds disappointed.
She’s quiet the remainder of the ride. Our entwined hands rest on the devil of a console, and we’re just content to be. At least we are until we turn on to my street. She pulls her hand from mine and unhooks her seat belt. I’m thinking she’s eager to pick up where we left off; however, when I pull into the driveway, she climbs over the console and straddles my lap.
“There.” She grins and kisses me while rocking her hips.
My hands grip her hips and help to guide her. “Gabs,” I mumble against her lips.
She pulls back, her eyes full of fire and need. “Sorry.” She shrugs. “I couldn’t wait any longer. You’re sitting here behind the wheel, looking all sexy. The veins in your arms as you grip the wheel. The way your thumb kept tracing over my knuckles. The simple knowledge that that damn console was keeping me from sliding over and being closer to you… I had to get that out of my system.”
“Never apologize for taking what you want. Not from me.”
“What if I want something I’m not sure you’re willing to give?”
I smile and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Gabs, you should know by now, after tonight, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you or give you as long as it’s within my power.”
Reaching out, her eyes never leaving mine, she places her hand over my heart. “I want this. I know it sounds crazy, but this feels right. Being with you, not fighting, just being, and it’s hours old if that, and I can’t help but want it all the same.”
“It’s not hours old, not for me.”
“Me either,” she confesses.
“As for this.” I place my hand over hers. “It’s already yours.” It’s not a confession of love, but it’s the next best thing. She’s buried deep inside me, and if I thought she was truly ready to hear it, I would tell her that I love her. Fuck, I’d ask her to marry me.
“I guess you want to try the goods first, huh?” She laughs, making light of the situation.
I’m not laughing. Cupping her face in my hands, I wait until I have her full attention. The glow of the moonlight now the only light, but it’s bright enough that I can see her. “I don’t need to try the goods, baby. I know what it feels like to kiss you, to have you in my arms. I know what it’s like to have your things in my home, to come home to you. I know the furious rhythm of my heart anytime you’re near, hell, anytime I hear your name. I know that you’re all I want. All I’ll ever need. So ‘the goods,’ that’s just icing on the cake.” I drop my hands and pull her into my chest, hugging her tightly against me.