He stepped back and reached around her to open the door. When she was safely seated inside, he closed her door. She watched him circle around to the driver’s side and slide in. They drove for a few minutes in silence until he finally asked, “You’re awfully quiet. What’s on your mind?”
“Honestly?” she asked.
“Always,” he said.
“A couple of things, really.” She took a deep breath and then said, “I like you and it scares me.”
“I know what you mean. I thought we’d be casual and see where it all went but I don’t feel at all casual about you. I don’t know that I ever did,” he admitted.
Taryn exhaled, uncertain whether it pleased her or frightened her that he’d echoed her sentiments. She twisted her hands in her lap as that same raw feeling from earlier washed over her. She was completely out of her depth when it came to talking about her feelings.
His eyes slid over to her briefly as if he was trying to gauge her reaction to his statement. As his eyes turned back to the road in front of them, he asked “The other thing?”
“I want you inside me so badly right now that my brain is only capable of limited conversation. I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted anyone this much,” she said.
Her declaration hung in the air between them for a moment, until they stopped at a traffic light. He immediately put the car into park and reached over the center console. He fisted a hand in her hair and slammed his mouth down on hers with a speed that had her surprised cry melding into a moan almost instantly. He continued to ravage her mouth until the beeping of a horn stopped him.
He pulled back on a ragged breath and said, “It’s the same for me, Princess. Exactly the same.”
Taryn shifted uncomfortably in her seat, as he accelerated the vehicle. She was so turned on that she almost found it hard to breathe. Eventually she said, “This is seriously the longest car ride ever.”
“The things I’m going to do to you when we get home,” he promised.
Her breathing still shallow, she managed to say, “Tell me. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
He groaned and reached over to take her hand. Pressing it to his groin, he said, “First, I’m going to spank your ass for making me want you this fucking badly. Do you feel what you do to me?”
She cupped his arousal and gently squeezed him through his jeans as she asked, “Oh really? A spanking?”
“Yes. A spanking,” he bit out, groaning as she continued to massage him.
“Not sure how I feel about that.”
He stilled her hand and moved it to his thigh. He shot her a quick glance as he merged onto the freeway then gave a casual shrug as he said, “We can forgo the spanking if you want. If the thought of being bent across my lap, feeling the sting of my palm on your bare ass as I play with your pussy does nothing for you, then it just does nothing for you.”
She moaned quietly. He knew exactly what it did for her. She had no idea how he knew these things about her before she even knew them about herself. She said, “Actually, I think I might enjoy that.”
Without even turning his head, he nodded and said, “I think you will, too.”
“What’s
your perfect conclusion to tonight? Think fantasy land. Anything goes.”
His voice low and strained with lust, he said, “Fantasy land. Okay. The moment we walked in the door, I’d strip you out of all of those unnecessary clothes you’ve got on right now. Then I’d run my hands, tongue, and teeth all over your body until you started to writhe against me. Just when you thought you couldn’t take a second more, I’d turn you over my lap and spank that beautiful ass of yours while I fucked your tight little pussy with my fingers. When your ass was a pretty pink and you were clenching around my fingers, I’d take you into the shower and fuck you against the wall with nothing in between us until I came inside you and you were screaming my name. Eventually we’d sleep but it’s not at all necessary for the fantasy.”
Taryn moaned and felt a gush of arousal between her thighs. Her voice thready, she said, “I don’t see a problem with any of this. Assuming you’ve been tested. Because I have and I’m on the pill. I think I’m okay with that.”
“I have, too. Holy Christ. I don’t think I have any blood left in my brain, Sweetheart.” he said, his voice gritty. “Did you mean that?”
“As long as you’re not planning on sleeping with anyone else, then yes.”
“Of course I wouldn’t sleep with anyone else,” he said. He paused for a moment before he softly said, “I meant what I said earlier.”
Taryn bit her lip and shifted in her seat again, crossing her legs in an attempt to ease the ache. On an unsatisfied groan, she asked, “We had to go to the beach tonight?”
He spared her a glance as he sped up, then said, “Not my brightest idea.”
Chapter 10