Page 28 of Demo
“Lizzie,” I said, kissing her cheek and catching my breath.
“Yeah?” she breathed, and I kissed her other cheek.
“Tell me what you want.” I kissed her neck. God, I couldn’t stop kissing her. “You want to get in my truck? You want to go to my apartment? Want me to take you home? You tell me.” I ran a trail of kisses along her collar bone and hoped she didn’t destroy me with her answer.
“Knox, I—” she sucked in a hiss when I laved my tongue over the vein in her neck.
“Mmhmm?”
“I, oh God—” She pulled away and put her face in her hands, then peered at me through her fingers with humiliation on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I gently pulled her hands away from her face. “Whatever you want from me, I’ll do it. You want me to stop—”
“No,” she practically spat. “That’s the last thing I want. What I want is for you to push me inside your truck and do unspeakable things to me, but …”
My heart hammered and my dick strained in my jeans as I watched her eyes dart around. Nerves wracked me.
“What is it, Lizzie? Talk to me.” I placed her hands on my shoulders as I circled my arms around her waist, and she tightened her legs around me.
She turned her head up toward the sky, squinted and let out a rushed breath. “It’s bad timing, if you get my drift. You know, I’m kind of … mid-cycle …”
It took me a second to pick up what she was putting down, but then I threw my head back and let out a howl.
“Glad to see you find this amusing,” she said, pushing my shoulder but making no success in putting any space between us.
I smoothed her hair back and kissed her chastely. “I thought maybe you weren’t into this.”
She scoffed. “Uh, hello, I’m practically soaking the hood of this person’s car!” She gestured to her crotch, and the combination of the naughty suggestion and the truth behind it made me want to sink into her right there—cycle be damned.
But, instead, I kissed her once more. Massaging her lips and tongue with everything I had, with everything in me, then pulled away and pulled her onto her feet.
“What’s the rush, right?” I said as I pulled her into my arms and hugged her.
“Easy for you to say, your panties aren’t wet,” she said through lips that were smushed into my chest.
I practically groaned. “OK, first of all, I fucking love your filthy mouth. Second, my ‘panties’ might not be wet, but they are definitely tight.”
She glanced down at my raging boner, and we both laughed as I adjusted myself.
“Maybe we can get some ice cream from one of the food trucks down the street,” she said. “You know, cool off a little.”
“Good idea,” I said, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear once more. “We good?”
She smiled at me. “Oh, we’re way more than good.”
After sharing ice cream cones, and licking sweet drips off each other’s lips, chins and fingers, I drove Lizzie home. As I pulled up to the building and idled the truck and she unbuckled her seatbelt, I reached over and grabbed her waist, sliding her across the seat to me—thankful my truck didn’t have a center console. Taking her chin between my thumb and finger, I kissed her soft and sweet. God, her lips were practically swollen from our constant kissing, and the caveman in me loved it.
“Goodnight, Knox,” she purred before sliding back across the seat and exiting the truck. And then that little vixen took one, two, three backward steps before sashaying up the front steps to the building, peering at me over her shoulder and giving me a little wave of her fingers, then disappearing inside.
Grinning like a lovesick puppy, I ran my hand down my face as I waited for her to appear in her window, which I knew she would.
I was startled by a knock on my window and I looked over to see Ally standing there, all smiles and heart eyes.For the love of God, woman, take a hint. Reluctantly, I rolled my window down.
“Hey, Knoxie!” she chirped.
Knoxie?
“Uh, hey, Ally.”
