"You okay, sweetness?" He rubs me over my panties.
My response is a groan.
Why am I wearing underwear?
Why do I even wear clothes?
I should live naked in his apartment.
We should be naked in his apartment forever.
Away from all the ugly things in the rest of the world.
He stops at the next light. Montana. "You there?"
I nod. "Can't think."
He chuckles. "Same thing happens to me when all my blood is in my cock."
"How are you so coherent?"
"Practice." He looks back to the street. Strokes me with that thumb. He moves it higher. Higher. "You look fucking amazing, sweetness?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. I thought about bending you over the counter, rolling that skirt to your waist, and fucking that gorgeous ass."
My cheeks flush. I… uh…
"You want to?"
"Yeah." The words fall off my lips. I… I do? No. I do. A lot. The idea never appealed with Ross, but with Walker… "Tonight?"
"No. I need to feel your cunt around me tonight."
I… uh… "You're doing this on purpose."
His lips curl into a smile. "Yeah." He rubs harder. Harder.
Almost.
The light turns green. He taps the gas. We move forward.
One more street and we turn right. A few more and we turn left. Right. Left. I lean against the seat, arch my back, let a moan fall off my lips.
The car slows to a stop. It turns off.
I stare into Walker's dark eyes. They're filled with desire, yeah, but that's not the most inviting thing about them.
It's the affection.
He undoes his seatbelt. I grab mine and kick the door open. My movements get fast. Reckless.
He clicks the lock. Wraps his arms around me. Pins me against the underground garage wall and kisses me hard.
Fuck, he's hard.
And I want that.