She shakes her head. "It's more obvious some times than others."
I can't help but smile. She does that to me. She makes me stupid happy.
I turn my attention back, but I keep my hand on her thigh, my thumb tracing the edge of her panties.
Marvin Gaye serenades us.
I turn on Santa Monica Boulevard.
Then into the little strip mall on the right and grab the first spot I find.
Kaylee looks around carefully. First, the donut shop. Then the juice place. Then our destination. Then the liquor store. "I don't really like donuts."
"Guess again."
She motions to the juice place. "Lunch."
"No."
Her eyes go to our destination. A Perfect Romance. "Brendon Kane. You... you're not..."
"I am."
I pull my hand away.
Her sigh is heavy. Needy. "You... you're... why..."
I undo my seatbelt and step out of the car. Fuck, there are a million reasons why. "Because I want to be sure yo
u're thinking of me every fucking night."
She gets out of the car and presses the door shut. Her eyes find mine. They're still dumbfounded.
"You don't have a vibrator."
Her cheeks flush. "People can hear you."
I hit the lock and slide my keys into my pocket. "People should hear me." I slide my arm around her waist. "People should know how much I love it when you come."
Her blush deepens. "You... you do this on purpose."
"Maybe."
"Yeah. You do." She rests her head on my shoulder. "I'm not sure why I talk to you."
"You want people knowing."
"No." She shakes her head. "I... aren't you supposed to do this somewhere dark and quiet? Or online? It's the twenty-first century."
I lead her toward the store, pull the door open for her. "I want it now." I lean in to whisper in her ear. "I want to go straight home and use whatever we buy to make you come until you pass out."
"Oh." Her blush spreads to her chest. Her teeth sink into her lower lip. "I guess that's acceptable."
"Just acceptable?"
She nods. "Don't push your luck."
"My luck?"