“I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “Sexy, it’s all I can do not to pull this car over, shove down your pants, and take you, hard.”
A moan left her lips. “Hot. Keep talking like that, and I’ll need a new pair of panties. Don’t tease the sexually deprived so cruelly.”
“What if I wasn’t teasing?” His throat constricted like a boa.
“W-what?”
The light turned green, and he pressed the gas, grateful for the reason to look away.
“What if I meant those words, Demi?” He swallowed to moisten the drought-barren lands formed in his mouth.
“I’m missing the joke.” Her voice wavered.
“No joke. Just truth, finally.” He exhaled.
“Y-you want to have sex with me?” The stunned tone of her voice made him cringe.
“I want a lot more,” he said.
She gasped. “How long?”
“I can’t even remember when it started. I tried to ignore it over the years, hoped the intensity would fade. You and I are solid. The lines are clearly drawn. I have your back, and you have mine. I didn’t want to tamper with it.” He sighed.
“What changed?”
“The feelings grew. People around us started getting hitched. The thought of one of them being you eventually, never knowing what might’ve happened if we tried to see what could come of us.” He shook his head and tapped the steering wheel. “I couldn’t live with myself.”
“Pierce. I don’t know what to say.”
“You never thought about being an us?” He gently prodded her for more information.
“I just never went there. I mean you were always the built-in best friend “
He risked a glance over at her. “But you sensed something.”
“I’d have to be dead not to.” She huffed.
He released the breat
h he’d been holding.
“Is that what this was all about?” she said.
“I know you think we’re totally different. But I wanted to show you we can exist in both our worlds happily. I’m having just as much fun as you.” He shrugged.
“Wow,” she said.
“Wow bad, or good?” His stomach twisted like a soft-freeze ice-cream cone.
“Good I think. Is this a trial run?”
“It can be whatever you want it to be, Demi.”
“That’s what I want.”
“Yeah?” He grinned.
“Any man who’d do all of this, not tell, but show me the way he feels about me, deserves the best I got.” Her smaller hand covered his on the shifter. His jeans grew tighter. “So, what are the terms of this weekend? And don’t say whatever I want them to be, because that’ll irritate the piss out of me.”