Page 34 of No Shelf Control
"Hey, princess," he rumbles, his eyes dark. "You busy?"
I glance around the store, breathing a relieved sigh when I realize that everyone has finally cleared out. I haven't stopped moving since Meridian came in over two hours ago. "Nope. Not anymore."
"Good. You got time for lunch?"
"Sarah, can you—?"
"Yep," she says, waving me off. "I'll keep an eye on the register."
"And I'll just be over here!" Lilah shouts, peeking from behind a stack. "Don't mind me."
"Hey, Lilah."
"River." She grins at him. "Good to see you again."
I scowl at my best friend, but she just blows me a kiss. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Please. I do plenty you wouldn't do," I mutter, making her giggle. I start around the counter to River, then pause to grab the box containing his manuscript from beside the register. "I'm ready."
He smiles, placing his hand on the small of my back to lead me out to his SUV.
"You been reading today?" he asks, nodding at the box.
"Trying. We've been busy for the last two hours." I shield my hand against the sun, peering up at him. "Where are we going?"
"My place," he growls, his eyes dark. "I'll make you something to eat before I eat you for dessert. Been thinking about the way you squirted all over my face last night all damn morning, princess. I need to taste you again."
Oh, hell yes.
"Or you can eat dessert first," I breathe, leaning into him.
He groans softly, his hand flexing against my back.
I don't get a chance to climb into his SUV. He practically tosses me inside, making me giggle. I guess he's really been thinking about it, then.
The drive to his place is only five minutes, but I make every second count. As soon as he's out of the parking lot, I've got my hand on him, stroking him through his jeans.
"Jesus Christ, Jasmine," he snarls, his hands locked around the steering wheel like he's afraid he's going to wreck out. "Are you trying to kill us?"
"No. I'm trying to see how wild I can make you before we get to your place," I hum, leaning over the console to lick a trail up the side of his throat. "Think I can make you come before we get there?"
"I think I'll spank your pretty ass if you do," he growls.
"Is that supposed to deter me?" I yank his zipper down. "Because all I'm hearing is a challenge."
He mutters a string of curses… but he doesn't try to stop me when I shove my hand into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his hard cock. He doesn't even try to stop me when I pull it out, stroking him.
He does speed up, though, doing twice the speed limit the whole way.
We make it to his house in record time.
"Damn. Guess I los—"
I'm still talking when he hauls me out of my seat onto his lap, his mouth covering mine. He kisses me like he's going to die if he's not all over me right now, his hands digging into my hips.
"I thought you wanted to eat me," I breathe.
"Changed my mind." He reaches for the handle to shove the seat all the way back. "You're going to ride me soft right here in the driveway. Then I'll feed you, then I'll eat you. In that order."
