“You can.”
“I… No…”
“Sucking the taste of you off my fingers?”
She nods. “How do you make it sound so hot?”
“It was hot.” I give her a long once-over. “I’m dying to pin you to the bed, spread your legs, and lick you until you’re coming on my face.”
A groan falls off her lips. “And that. I want to be able to do that.”
“Try it.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “It’s too embarrassing.”
“What about it is embarrassing?”
“You’re much smarter than that question.”
“You picked a song about whips and chains.”
“Just wait until the next one.”
“Yeah?” The light turns green and I hit the gas.
Kaylee laughs. “I haven’t worked this hard at cultivating a playlist since high school.”
I don’t remind her that high school was four months ago. I don’t want to think about the practicalities right now.
There are still a million reasons why this can’t happen.
But my heart is hearing none of it.
And my cock—
Fuck, I need to make her come again.
“All sexy stuff.” She sets her cell in the cup holder. “If I do say so myself.”
“Perfect background for this.”
She groans. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
“You managed it before.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t even blushing the entire time.”
Fuck, she was, and it was adorable. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“Uh…”
“What you want me to do to you.”
She taps her thighs with her fingertips. “I want you to… you’re driving, right?”
I chuckle. “Right.”
“You have to keep your eyes on the road. And not on me.”
“True.”
“Okay.” Her sigh is heavy with relief. “I want you to—”
She’s cut off by the song switching. The sultry beat of Let’s Get it On.
“Classic,” I say.
“Thanks.” Nervousness spills into her voice. “Okay. I can do this.” She takes a deep breath. Exhales slowly. “I want you to… to fuck me.”
It sounds more like a question than a statement. It’s certainly not a demand.
Even so, my body threatens to take over.
Pull over. Find an empty spot. Drag her to the backseat.
“Tomorrow,” I say.
Her sigh echoes around the car. “Tomorrow?”
“You want to do it here?” I nod to the backseat of the car.
“Isn’t that the classic losing your virginity experience?”
I shrug. “I couldn’t drive yet.”
“Do you remember that?” She presses her lips together. “The details?”
“It was a long time ago.”
“Did you care about her?”
I shake my head. “It was a hook up at a party. Didn’t mean anything.” It was fun. Scary. Exciting. But not particularly meaningful. I can remember her name and the way she looked at me like I was fresh meat, but everything else is a blur.
“How… um… how long did you last.”
“Damn, Kay.”
“What?” She blushes. “Isn’t that the kind of thing people ask?”
“People, yeah? You?”
“Well? How long?”
“Not long.”
“And now?”
I chuckle. “High expectations.”
“Well, yeah. You’re basically a sex god.” She turns toward me. “So… how long?”
“Long enough to get you begging me to stop.”
That blush spreads to her chest. “Oh.”
“I want to fuck you, Kay. It’s driving me out of my fucking mind how badly I want to bury myself in you.”
“But…”
“I want to make you wait.”
Chapter Thirty
Brendon
Twenty minutes later, I park on the street overlooking the secluded beach. It’s picturesque. Deep blue water. Bright sky. Lemon sun. Waves crashing into the pristine sand.
And Kaylee stepping out of the car with a squeal.
Nobody else gets this happy, jubilant version of her.
It’s mine.
All right, maybe it’s Em’s too. I hear the two of them giggling in my sister’s room almost every night.
But that’s another ugly practicality.
The whole my little sister will freak the fuck out if she finds out I’m fucking her best friend.
I push it aside as I step out of the car and grab our stuff from the backseat.
The sun bounces off Kaylee’s light hair. She really does look like an angel. Like my angel.
It used to be her nickname. Kay was the angel and Em was the devil.
It suits her.
A little too much.
It’s filling my head with all sorts of thoughts about making the good girl bad.
I hold up my backpack. “I packed your swimsuit.”
“You went into my room?” She arches a brow.
“Straight to your underwear drawer.”
Her cheeks flush. “I guess you already saw most of it.”
“Most, but not all.”
She forces herself to look into my eyes. “You like that all my stuff is cotton and lace?”
Fuck yeah. I nod.
“You like that I’m innocent. That I’m a virgin.”
“Yeah. But it’s mostly that you’re Kay. That you rant about The Hunger Games, and eat nothing but almond butter and jelly sandwiches, and mumble Latin quotes when you’re tired.”
“Serva me, servabo te.”
“What’s that mean?”
“My secret.”
I play with the hem of her shirt. “I’ll torture it out of you?”
“That sounds more like a reward.”
I shake my head.
She nods.
“You have no idea how far I can push you to the edge.” I slide my hand over her ass.
Her pupils dilate. Her lips purse. “It still sounds like a reward.” She grabs the backpack, finds her bikini and a towel and hands it back to me.