As close to an emotional ‘thanks for coming’ if ever there was one from him.
“Careful with that dress, sweetie,” Clara chimes in, and Piper looks at me again.
Her eyes wide now, pupils dilated with the same arousal I can still feel in my groin.
“I’ll get her home in one piece,” I promise.
Vowing to learn more before I let myself fall as hard and deep as I know I already am.
I thought I was just at the edge, but letting Rhys, Clara, and Denise go ahead of us, I feel my hand gravitate to the small of Piper’s back.
Gently guiding her out front, no one seems to notice the nuclear explosion going off inside me when I finally rest a hand on her.
Except for Piper.
She gasps a little, then her whole body relaxes into the gentle pressure I apply. Transmitting more than just a gentleman might as he leads a young lady to his car to drive her home.
I feel her looking up at me briefly, but I daren’t look at her until the others leave.
I really can’t because I don’t know what I’ll do or say next when I lose myself in those deep blue pools.
Having said our goodbyes to the group, it’s a short walk in the opposite direction to my truck, and I feel the loss when I take my hand off her back.
Not wanting to appear totally possessive, but reminding myself to find out more about her.
Get to know her, even though my instincts, my gut tells me to just grab a hold of her and tell her what she’s doing to me.
“It’s huge,” she exclaims, giving me another stab of near panic.
I thought I’d adjusted my aching dick just so, making it run straight up the zip of my jeans.
“Your truck,” she adds, a slight smile playing on her lips once she spots my work truck a few yards ahead.
“How’d you know it’s mine?” I ask quirking a brow.
“It’s the only thing on the street that you’d fit into,” she says with a knowing grin, having made her own calculations.
Oh, I’m sure there’s at least just one more thing on this street I could fit into. Given a chance.
I help Piper into her seat first, making sure she’s buckled up. Having to lean over to show her how the belt rig works, both of us breathing a little heavy when my arm brushes her chest, making her gasp and me grunt.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “Just these aren’t regular seat belts… Off a Humvee originally,” I explain.
“I don’t mind,” she chirps, trembling slightly as I turn my head. Our faces barely two inches apart.
The warmth of her breath brushing my nose as she bites her lip. The heat from her body already fused with my own.
“Let’s get you home then,” I hear myself tell her. Sounding like an echo from far away as I gently close the door.
Rounding the truck from behind, I adjust myself again, feeling a heavy trail of warm precome dripping from my tip.
All ready for her.
I want to drive that home into her, not drive her home to her mother’s.
We sit in silence for almost half the way, my foot light on the gas, my brain about to burst because I have a million questions, but none of them seem like the right ones.
“So…” We finally both say at the exact same moment, turning to face each other at the first red light.
Our shared laughter breaks the ice, and I realize she might be feeling the same way I do.
Maybe. But it could just be my wishful thinking.
Wanting to ask so much, but not say too much in case it puts one of us off or bores us.
“You first,” I instruct her, pained when the light turns green and I have to take my eyes off hers.
But I need to focus.
She’s precious cargo, and my mission is to get her home safe.
Anything else I can get from her along the way is a bonus.
“Ooh,” she draws out. “Can’t you go first?” she asks innocently. Her hand absently reaches for me, resting on my arm as I drive.
Adding a new dimension to my hardness, just from a single touch.
“Please?” she begs.
“Alright,” I concede.
Here goes nothing.
“You’re all grown up since the last time I saw you,” I say. “Must’ve broken a few hearts along the way, or is there someone special?” I ask, trying to sound casual but regretting my words instantly.
I feel her hand slip from my arm. Feel her whole energy shrink.
It’s the one thing I need to know, and I’ve broken all the rules of interrogation by asking the real, most obvious question first.
Idiot.
“I mean… I was just…” I stammer.
Ah shit.
“There’s no one,” Piper whispers hoarsely, looking out the window and growing silent.
I realize in a split second not just how I’ve fucked up our first moments alone together, but also just how emotionally sensitive she really is.