Dirty Talker (Filthy Dirty Summer)

He interrupts me by reaching over and grabbing my hand, lacing our fingers together and resting them on the console between us. Even that light touch has my whole body feeling the effects.

He drives slowly down the road. "I haven't looked at another woman since I first saw you."

I roll my eyes and expect laughter or some kind of joke, but he looks at me with a serious expression on his face. "I'm serious, Megan. There's something about you that just draws me in. You're like a breath of fucking fresh air. I know you're too good for me, but you make me want to be a better man."

Turning in my seat, I lean toward him. "If I said yes—" As soon as I say the word yes, he takes in a deep breath, and I continue, "If I said yes, what exactly would I be saying yes to?"

His hand tightens around mine. "I don't understand your question."

"I'm asking you if I said yes, what is it you want to do with me?"

He brings both of our hands up and kisses the back of mine before holding it against his chest. "If you did say yes, then you would be dating me. We would be spending as much time as we could together doing things with Ty, and also the two of us."

I interrupt him. "Tell me more about that. What would the two of us be doing?"

I know I'm pushing my luck, but the way he talked dirty to me in the stairwell, I want more of that. He doesn’t need any further pushing. Instantly, he says, "I’d kiss you any time that I want to, Megan. It would mean that when the two of us are together, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. I'd want to touch every inch of you. I'd want to taste that pretty pussy that I know you're hiding from me right now. I wouldn't be able to stop until I'm buried so far inside of you and we are one and I wouldn't stop until you were coming on my dick. Your pussy is clenched around me, milking me until I explode. And then afterwards, I'm going to hold you in my arms. And I already know I won't want to let you go."

I take a deep breath, and it comes out in a tremble. I squirm in my seat as my most private part starts to throb. "Take me back to the hotel."

His eyes flare to mine. "We don't have to rush things, Megan."

I laugh at that. "I'm a single mom with a full-time job. Yeah, we do."

But he's shaking his head. "We have time. I can wait. I want you to be sure."

"I can't wait, Kade. I want this. I want you, unless you don't want to..."

He takes my hand and trails it down his chest and then lays it on the crotch of his pants. His hard manhood is pressed against the zipper of his khaki shorts. "I do," he says huskily. "I definitely fucking want you."

I squeeze his impressive manhood softly and massage it. "Well, then take me back to the hotel."

He does a U-turn in the road and starts driving back to the hotel. I don't remove my hand. I keep ahold of him, rubbing him between his legs.

When we get to the parking lot, we're both out of the truck quickly, and he runs around to meet me, grabbing on to my hand. He's sporting a hard-on. And when there are people walking toward us, he pulls me in front of him to block their view. It’s not until we're in the elevator, and he pulls me firmly against his body with his cock pressed against my backside, that I realize what I've agreed to, but there's no turning back now. I want this. I want this with Kade.

Chapter 11

Kade

It’s like there’s a weight on my shoulders, and nothing is going to relieve it until I have Megan behind closed doors where I can do whatever I want to her.... all the things I’ve been dreaming of doing.

I stare impatiently at the light on the elevator. I’ve never noticed it before, but it’s slowly climbing to our floor. As soon as we stop and the doors open, I’m pulling her from the space and down the hallway. I pull the key card from my pocket and open the door, hustling her through.

As soon as the door is closed, I take a deep breath and stare at her. She walks slowly backwards as if she’s a prey animal about to be caught. I take a deep breath, feeling my muscles expand in my chest. I’m like a caveman wanting to thrash my arms against something. The need to have her is overwhelming all of my senses.