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He thrusts his hips into mine. “Well, fuck. What’s that thing the kids say? New kink unlocked?”
I bend my head and attack his face with tiny, fleeting kisses from one cheek to the other, laying a few on his mouth. “Take me home.”
“You’re positive?” he asks, his hands buried in my hair.
“Completely.”
“Hot damn.”
Chapter 15
Amelie
Pushing me to my feet, he jumps up and hops down before helping me to the ground. Gathering the blankets and pillow, he chucks it all in the backseat as he all but throws me inside, too. He leaps behind the wheel and shoots a wink my way.
“Buckle up, darlin’. I just might set a record for how fast I get there.”
A quick, sharp laugh fills the cab as I rest my hand on his arm. “God, I hope not.”
The look on his face lands somewhere between lust and anticipation. “Smart ass.”
Not even ten minutes later, he pulls into a gated community in Mt. Juliet. Before I can even formulate any commentary on his neighborhood, he swings into a driveway and presses a button on his visor for the garage. He pulls into the stall closest to the house and slams the gear shift into Park.
He hops out and skirts the hood, yanking my door open and grabbing me around the waist and setting me on my feet. I’ve lost count of how many first things I’ve done or had done to me tonight, and I have a feeling the number will keep growing if his behavior is any indication.
“What are you–?”
He slams the door shut and bends at the waist, tucking his shoulder into my belly and hoisting me up in a fireman’s carry. I yelp when he slaps one hand on my behind to stabilize me as he climbs the steps into his house, swinging the door open to what looks like a kitchen. Upside down, things never quite come into focus.
“I’m gonna ask you again,” he says, standing still with me hanging over his shoulder and my hands wrapped around his belt. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” he says, resolutely as he heads past a flight of stairs down a hallway. As suddenly as he’d put me over his shoulder, he puts me back on my feet. Our bodies are close, closer than they were dancing in the club, but not as close as the bed of the truck.
“Kiss me.”
He cradles my face in his hands and lowers his mouth to mine at my request. I didn’t lie to him earlier. I love kissing. If you connect with someone on more than a physical level, kissing is like the natural progression into intimacy.
His mouth demands so much of mine, pressing hard and then backing off, sipping and tasting. When his tongue traces the curve of my bottom lip, my ever-present control snaps.
My hands fist in the back of his shirt, and I pull until our bodies feel like one, the two of us plastered together from chest to hips.
“I need…” I don’t know how to articulate what I need, but I know I’m desperate.
“Tell me. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I want everything. Give me everything.”
Immediately, a switch flipped, and he somehow embodies every single cliche from romance novels and erotic movies: the flared nostrils, the blown pupils, the heaving chest…this man has it all.
Backing away, he shucks his boots and socks before unbuckling his belt and leaving it loose at his waist.
Holy shit, that’s sexy.
“Don’t get too far behind, woman. I have plans for what’s underneath those clothes.”
My fingers fly to the buttons of my shirt, unbuttoning them one by one until it hangs open on my shoulders, giving him a peek of the nude bra I chose earlier simply because I didn’t want it to be seen through my shirt.
