“Let me make you that cake tonight,” I said.
He lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t know if you’re going to have time for it.”
“I will if you come back to my house with me after my shift,” I said.
Just hours ago, I never would have had the confidence to say something like that. I would have felt like I was imposing, or being too demanding, or just plain too bold. But everything truly had changed tonight. Being with Rock was giving me a sense of confidence that I’d never felt with another person.
“Yes, Chef,” he said, clearly intrigued by my forwardness.
“Good. I promise it’ll be sweet.”
15
Rock
The minute Perry turned off his car engine after pulling into his driveway, I couldn’t fucking wait anymore. I undid my seatbelt, leaning over and catching his mouth on mine, kissing him deeply.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “You don’t wait for anything, do you?” He reached his hands up to the sides of my face, holding me.
“Well, you’ve been explaining to me all the different types of ways to make cake frosting for the whole car ride,” I told him, kissing lower onto his neck. “And the whole time I was busy thinking about where exactly I wanted to put my mouth on you tonight.”
“Fuck,” he whispered softly. “So you weren’t paying attention to all of my chatter about icing, huh?”
“I was,” I said, sucking a small kiss onto the place beneath his ear. “A little.”
He moaned softly. “Well, for all you know, I was only talking about icing so much to make sure I didn’t get hard as hell while driving, thinking about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
“Oh really?” I purred.
“What else do you expect when you had your hand on my thigh for the whole car ride?”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“You are too much,” he said, and I felt him chuckle gently before sighing. “In the best way possible.”
I skated my palm up his thigh, letting it trail to his cock, gently squeezing his erection through his pants.
“God,” he murmured.
“I missed this. I’ve wanted to be close to you ever since that night.”
“I wanted you so badly, too. I couldn’t admit it, though.”
I kissed the side of his neck. “Well, you can admit anything you damn well want, anytime, from now on.”
I felt his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “I’ll admit that I came to the thought of you so many times since that night,” he said, his voice gravelly.
“You did?” My cock stirred in my pants just hearing it.
“Don’t sound all surprised. Of course I did.”
“I thought you hated me.”
“I could never hate you, Rock.”
“God, I love hearing that,” I said, leaning over him now, pressing up against him and covering his mouth with a hungry kiss. I needed to be closer to him, so much closer, and as we kissed I slowly inched further and further toward him until I was straddling him in the front seat of his car.
Perry puffed out a laugh as I pulled back. “We’re right here in the driveway. I couldn’t wait til we got back here, and now we aren’t even going inside.”
I kissed along his jaw, breathing in his clean, masculine scent. Good fucking lord, that scent. It drove me crazy in a way I’d never known I’d be capable of. It made me feel animalistic with lust for him, like there was some primal energy connecting us that went beyond any of the other hookups I’d had before.
“I don’t care,” I murmured. “I want you right here.”
“You want me?”
I groaned, knowing it sounded more like a growl. “I want to fuck you tonight.”
He let out a small moan that was intoxicating. He was breathless when he spoke again. “I would very much like that, too.”
“So take your clothes off.”
I could feel him laugh against the side of my head.
“What?” I protested, a little frustrated.
“I love how impatient you are.”
“Impatient is the right word for it.”
“I want it right here too. Fucking in a car is an experience I’ve never had before. But there are… things we need. You know that.”
Finally reality started dawning on me, and I understood why Perry was laughing.
“Oh,” I said. “I see. You mean you don’t keep condoms and lube on you at all times?”
I lifted up slightly, staring down at his gorgeous face.
“Not yet, at least,” he told me. “Maybe with you around, I’ll have to start, huh?”
“I get it now,” I murmured against him, raking a hand through his hair. “So you didn’t expect to be boning anyone tonight?”
“Christ, don’t call it boning.”
“I don’t care what it’s called, as long as we’re going to do it.”
“No, I didn’t expect to be boning anyone tonight,” he said, reaching up and trailing his fingertips down my chest. “I expected us to have a nice, friendly conversation. Over a slice of cake.”