Page 106 of Lick
I nodded, my heart stuck in my throat.
“I didn’t kiss you at the studio today because it felt like there was still too much up in the air between us. It didn’t feel right. But I want to kiss you now.”
“Please,” I said.
He leaned into me and I met him halfway. His mouth covered mine, lips warm and firm and familiar. The only ones I wanted or needed. His hands cupped my face, holding me to him. The kiss was so sweet and perfect. It was a promise, one that wouldn’t be broken this time. We’d both learned from our mistakes and we’d keep learning all our lives. That was marriage.
His fingers eased into my hair and I stroked my tongue against his. The taste of him was as necessary to me as air. The feel of his hands on me was the promise of everything to come. What started out as an affirmation turned into more at light speed. The groan that came out of him. Holy hell. I wanted to hear that noise for the rest of my life. My hands dragged at his shirt, trying to pull him closer. We had some serious time to make up for.
“We have to stop,” he whispered.
“We do?” I asked, in between panting breaths.
“Sadly.” He chuckled, nudged the tip of my nose with his. “Soon, my luckiest fucking girl in the world. Soon. Did you really have to throw the ‘fucking’ in there?”
“I really did.”
“Your parents looked about ready to have kittens.”
“I’m so sorry about the way they treated you.” I ran my fingers over the spiky short dark hair on the side of his head, feeling the bristles.
“I can deal.”
“You shouldn’t have to. You won’t have to. I’m not sitting by and—”
He shut down my rant by kissing me. Of course, it worked. His tongue played over my teeth, teasing me. I undid my seat belt and crawled into his lap, needing to get closer. Nobody kissed like David. His hands slipped beneath my top, molding to the curves of my breasts. Thumbs stroked my nipples. The poor things were so damn hard it hurt. Talking of which, I could feel David’s erection pressing into my hip. We kept our lips locked until a car full of kids went by, horn blaring. Apparently our makeout session was somewhat visible from the street despite the fogged-up windows. Classy.
“Soon,” he promised, his breathing harsh against my neck. “Fuck, it’s good to get you alone. That was intense. But I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself. You did good.”
“Thank you. You think we’ll understand when we have kids, like my mom said?”
He looked up at me, his beautiful face and serious eyes so wonderfully familiar I could cry.
“We’ve never talked about kids,” he said. “Do you want them?”
“One day. Do you?”
“One day, yeah. After we’ve had a few years’ worth of alone time.”
“Sounds good,” I said. “You going to show me this condo of yours?”
“Of ours. Absolutely.”
“I think you’re going to need to take your hands out of my top if you’re planning on driving us there.”
“Mm. Pity.” He gave my breasts a final squeeze before slipping his hands free of my clothing. “And you’re going to have to hop back into your seat.”
“Okeydokey.”
His hands wrapped around my hips, helping me climb back over to my side of the vehicle. I refastened my seat belt while he took a deep breath. With a wince he adjusted himself, obviously trying to get more comfortable. “You’re a terror.”
“Me? What did I do?”
“You know what you did,” he grouched, pulling back out onto the road.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you give me that,” he said, giving me a narrow-eyed look. “You did it in Vegas and then you did it in Monterey and LA too. Now you’re doing it in Portland. I can’t take you anywhere.”
