With a hopefully carefree wink, he shut the door. The bang made him flinch. A cold sweat already covered his forehead. This was going to be a bad one. He’d have to pop a pill as soon as they walked in the door, and grit his teeth through the pain. He slipped into his seat and kicked the truck into gear, his palms sweaty.
When he glanced over at her, she looked absolutely gorgeous in the moonlight. The streetlights bounced off of her, playing with the shadows, and it only highlighted her generous lips and high cheekbones even more than before.
An urgency that had nothing to do with his headache hit him like a punch in the gut. He’d already had her once, which should have been enough to temper the need rushing through him, but if anything, it only made it worse.
He had to have her, and he had to have her now.
Earlier, he’d told her they had to keep at it until the feeling was gone…but what if it never went away? He shuddered and tightened his grip on the wheel.
That was the closest he’d ever come to thinking in terms of long-term, and it was sickening as hell. But what made him even sicker was this next thought:
What if she tired of him before he tired of her?
Shit, that wouldn’t happen, would it? He stole a quick glance at her, the movement sending a shaft of pain piercing through his skull. She stared out the passenger window, tapping her nails on her thigh. There had to be a way to make sure that didn’t happen. A way to make her so addicted to him that she’d never think of leaving, but not so hooked that he broke her heart when he left.
Orgasms. Lots of them.
That had to work.
“When we get back to my place, yo
u’ll have one minute to be naked in my bed, waiting for me. If you’re not there in time…” He drifted off, letting her imagination go wild with that one. And while you scramble into my bed, I’ll grab a pill out of the kitchen and hope to hell it works fast for once.
She licked her lips and lifted her skirt a fraction of an inch. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
He rested his hand on her thigh possessively. She was so smooth. So small. So his. She pressed her thighs together, squeezing his hand in between them. “Sometimes.”
His lips twitched. “Occasionally.”
“Every once in a blue moon.”
“Never,” he added.
She inched closer. “Like right now.”
“What are you going to do right now?” he asked, side-eying her.
“You’ll see.” She rested her hand on his cock. “Know my favorite moment between Rose and the Doctor? It’s when they get trapped on opposite sides of the wall, in two different worlds.” As soon as she finished talking, she squeezed him.
His headache was instantly forgotten. “Jesus, Lydia.”
“That moment of complete and utter loss?” Slowly, she undid the zipper, brushing her fingers across him as she did so. “Yeah. That’s the best few minutes of the show. And when he burns up the sun to say goodbye, but doesn’t get to say he loves her?”
He swallowed hard, keeping his attention on the road by force of sheer will and nothing else. His vision blurred, so he blinked a few times to clear it. “Yeah?”
She freed his cock from his pants, and ran her fingers over it. “Heartbreaking. I mean, I bet they never even had the chance to do something like this…”
“Lydia.”
She lowered her mouth to his cock, flicking her tongue over the head. He was hard and aching for her. Had been since the second he’d seen her in the club. Wait, no. He had been since he’d walked away from her, leaving her naked and alone on her bed.
With a groan, she closed her mouth over him and sucked him in. Her hot little mouth was pure heaven and hell, all wrapped up in one. He threaded his hand through her soft hair. They were almost at his place. Almost.
When she took more of him in, more than anyone else ever had before, he groaned and tightened his grip on her hair. “Shit, don’t stop.”
She didn’t. She sucked harder, taking the rest of him in her mouth. He almost died, right then and there, from sheer pleasure. That’s how fucking amazing it felt.