She reached a hand to my knee and trailed her fingers upward across my jeans, working slowly and surely toward my cock, which was raging hard now. When her hand hit home, I groaned against her skin. "Baby, you're killin' me over here."
"Then you should just give in," she teased. "It'll be so much simpler."
I pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were bright with excitement and filled with hunger. Damn, I wanted her. Still, I made myself say, "Not gonna happen. Not here. As tempting as you are."
"Why not?"
Because I loved her. That's why. But more than that, there were practical reasons.
I made a point of looking around the darkened parking lot. "A place like this, bad things can happen. And if anything bad happened to you–" I shook my head "–I'd never forgive myself."
Already, I'd let too many bad things happen to Chloe. Some of those things, I'd done myself. No more.
Chloe leaned into me. "With you here? I'm not worried."
It was nice to hear, but there was no way in hell I'd be taking that kind of chance, not now. Sure, I'd had my share of back-seat action, mostly with girls I'd never take home. Shitty or not, that's just the way it was. But Chloe, she was something special.
Plus, Creed and Snake had to be around here somewhere. I didn't want to be distracted. I wanted to focus on one thing and one thing only – her naked body as I did all those things that she liked best.
I grinned over at her. "Here's the thing," I said. "Yeah, we could climb into that back seat, but I'd have to keep an eye out." I reached out and put a hand onherknee, just like she'd done to me a minute earlier. Taking my sweet time, I moved the hand higher, skimming it softly up her thigh and heading for the sweet spot where her thighs met.
When my hand hit home, her eyes drifted shut and she made a sound – a half-moan, half-sigh – that drove me crazy with wanting her. I watched her face, loving the flush of her cheeks and the fullness of her lips.
Through her jeans, I moved my thumb in a slow, deliberate circle, hitting her favorite spot in her favorite way. "Or," I said, rubbing more slowly now, "I could take you home, where the only thing I have to think about is you."
"Home," she said. "Now."
Home. I felt myself smile. Oh yeah, I'd take her home alright – in more ways than one.
Chapter 35
By the time I turned the car onto my street, I was ready to lose it, and the way it looked, I wasn't the only one. Chloe, with hungry eyes and parted lips, had been teasing me the whole way back and not in the joking way.
Both of us were still dressed, but that hadn't stopped our hands from roaming – Chloe's more than mine, since I was determined to get us back in one piece.
Inside the darkened car, I'd felt her hands skimming my chest and abs through my shirt, and then – holy fuck – caressing my cock through my jeans. Every so often, she'd lean close and whisper in my ear – sweet, dirty things that made me want to pull over and show her just how dirty I could be.
Finally, we roared through my gate and skidded to a stop in the turnaround. I cut the engine and jumped out of the car. Somehow, I'd made the thirty-minute drive in just under twenty, and the way things were going, it felt like too damn long.
I strode around to the passenger's side, flung open the door, and threw Chloe over my shoulder, barbarian style.
Laughing, she squealed out, "What you doing?"
"You'll see," I said, and kept on going.
She was giggling now, and I was loving the sounds of her. She was happy, and so was I. But I'd be a whole lot happier when I got her alone,reallyalone. I pushed through the front door and slammed it shut with a haphazard kick.
I headed up the stairway with Chloe still slung over my shoulder, laughing all the way. I heard a soft thud and looked down to see one of her shoes tumbling down the staircase. Forget the shoe. In two minutes, she'd be wearing nothing at all.
I turned down the long hall and headed straight to my bedroom. I strode through the open door and tossed Chloe onto my bed, where she landed in a fit of giggles that warmed the whole house. I'd been without her for how long now? A week?
Without Chloe, the house hadn't felt like a home. It felt cold and empty, and too damn big. But she was back. And this time, I wasn't going to mess it up.
I felt myself smile. No. When it came to Chloe, I was going to do other things – spoil her, love her and now, take that hot little body of hers and show her just how much I'd missed her.
I leaned over the bed. Her face was flushed, and her hair was wild. The giggles were gone, replaced by a breathless excitement that had me catching my breath too.
I leaned closer. With one hand, I unbuttoned her jeans and then went for the zipper, tugging it down until I saw the black lace of her panties. Soon, those panties would be off, lying wherever they happened to land.
