Page 66 of Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love 3)
I eyed the satellite radio panel. “Then I’m going to torture you the whole ride to wherever we’re going.”
“With what?”
“With 90s on 9.” I pressed a few buttons and turned it up. “And I hope it’s Spice Girls the entire time!”
He groaned as I threw myself a little party in the front seat, dancing and singing like I was twelve years old again.
When the song ended, I took pity on him and turned it down. “Still no clue?” We were headed south out of town; that was all I could tell.
He shook his head. “Nope.”
I put my hand on his leg and slid it up his thigh. “Please?”
He smiled but said nothing.
I brushed my hand over the crotch of his jeans. “Pleeeeeeeease. I’ll be so nice to you while you’re driving.”
He glanced at me. “How nice?”
“So nice.” I stroked him a little harder through the denim, which was tight against the bulge in his pants.
“Hmmmmm. This is a very tempting offer.”
“Isn’t it? It will feel so good,” I cooed. “And it’s been so long—almost a whole week—since I’ve touched you like this.”
He groaned. “Tell me about it.”
“Did you have to do it yourself?” I asked, a lilt in my voice. I slipped the button of his jeans through the hole.
He glanced at me and shook his head like he couldn’t believe me, a slow smile tipping his lips up. “You’re so bad.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah. I did. Every night.”
I giggled as I dragged the zipper down. “You’re worse than me. I only did it twice.”
“I had a lot of material to work with after Saturday night. Oh fuck,” he breathed as I slid my hand inside his boxer briefs. “You shouldn’t even say that stuff to me while I’m driving, let alone touch my dick that way.”
“Why not?” I freed his growing erection from his pants and swirled my fingers over the tip. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
“It feels too good.”
I stilled my hand. “Want me to stop?”
He took a deep breath and exhaled as we turned onto the highway. “Fuck no. Tell me about what you did. It will be a good exercise in control for me.”
“Well, once was in the shower.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I continued teasing the head of his cock, my touch light and playful. “And I wasn’t planning on doing it because it was in the morning before work, but then I remembered you in my shower, and I pictured your body with water streaming down your arms and chest and torso. I imagined getting my hands on your wet skin, and you getting your hands on mine, and before I knew it, I had my hand between my legs.”
Levi took another deep, deep breath.
“I thought about watching your cock get hard, how hot that would be. I pictured it getting bigger and thicker, imagined how it would feel in my fist, in my mouth, sliding inside me.”
He reached over and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. “God, I wish you’d worn a skirt. I want to feel your pussy right now so fucking badly.”
