She sighs shakily, but she doesn’t say no, and that thought almost makes me roar with a release.
“You changed the subject,” she says. “If you won’t tell me where we’re going, at least tell me about destiny.”
I chuckle. “That’s a broad topic, Snapshot.”
“No, what were you thinking about destiny?”
The forest is dark around us, the road pitch black, my high beams lighting up the blackness. It’s like we’re floating through the night’s sky, completely detached from the rest of the world. Maybe that’s why this conversation doesn’t feel as silly as it normally would to me.
Or maybe it’s her, my woman, opening up doors inside I never even knew existed.
“It’s a clear night. A perfect night for what I have planned. And your car breaking down. And then Mrs. Pennyworth and the phone call interrupting us. It’s like somebody’s toying with us.”
“Do you really think the universe cares that much about us?” she asks softly.
“If you’d asked me before I saw you in that sexy-as-fuck waitress’s outfit, I would’ve said no, hell no.”
“And now?”
“Shit, Snapshot. I don’t know. I’m not so sure anymore.”
We’re silent for a while as I drive through the forest. It’s not the awkward silence it should feel like, considering this is our first proper date.
I’ve never dated much – I’ve never felt the interest, the need that Tess invokes in me – but every time I have, there’s always the feeling that we need to fill every second with conversation.
With Tessa, it’s like we can sit in silence and just be. It’s like we’re already married, like I’ve already put a baby in her belly, and yet that doesn’t steal any of the shivering excitement I feel every time I glance at her, at her legs especially.
“What?” she murmurs, tugging at her dress.
“What?” I smirk.
“Have I got something on my dress?”
“No. I just can’t stop looking at your legs. They are fucking perfect.”
She sighs. “They’re fat, you mean—”
She gasps as I bring the car to a stop at the side of the road, wheeling on her with rage pulsing through me, my jaw tight.
“Tessa, never say that again,” I growl. “Or, if you say it, don’t say it like that. Don’t say it like you’re ashamed of the way you look. Because you’re perfect, fucking perfect. I love how curvy you are. I love how thick your thighs are, how much there is of you to grab and explore and tease and play with.”
I grab onto her bare leg, groaning as I bury my possessive fingers in her flesh.
She moans, staring at me like captured prey… and yet this prey wants to be captured.
“Tell me,” I snap.
“Tell you what—”
“Tell me you’re a curvy, sexy fucking goddess. Now. Or I swear to god I’ll bend you over the hood and show you. I don’t want your first time to be like that. But I won’t be able to stop myself from pommeling into that tight needy hole, slamming into you over and over until you’re creaming and you’ve forgotten you’re a virgin, to show you how attractive I find you. Say it, Tessa. Say it now.”
I squeeze her leg harder, turning her captivating flesh red.
“I’m curvy and sexy,” she says, her voice shivering, making my cock pulse like a heartbeat. “I’m your curvy sexy goddess, Trent.”
I slide my hand up her thigh, toward her pussy, my fingers pricking with promising heat the closer I get.
She bites her lip in the way that drives me feral.
“Trent, not here.”
I pause, and then I smirk when it hits me. When I realize why she’s saying this.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you, you horny virgin? And if I start touching you here, you won’t be able to stop yourself.”
“I don’t want my first time to be at the side of a road,” she whimpers, with lust blaring beneath her words.
“No, neither do I,” I growl.
It takes more effort than I can believe to remove my hand and place it back on the steering wheel. She shifts against the seat, and it drives me even crazier. I can tell she’s grinding her perfect pussy against her panties, fidgety in her desire for release.
“You’ll never know how crazy you make me,” I say, voice rumbling as I pull out into the road.
“I still can’t…” she starts and I glare.
She giggles.
“That’s right. No more I can’t believe this talk.”
“I didn’t even mean to say it then. It was just going to come out. But I caught myself.”
“That’s a shame,” I say. “I wanted to catch you… goddamn, that was my cheesiest line yet.”
Her laughter fills the car like a song, swimming through my mind, setting parts of me alight I never could’ve dreamed of before I strode into the diner and found my woman standing there, waiting for me.
“I don’t care if you’re cheesy sometimes,” she declares. “It makes me feel special.”