Yanking the door open, I lean in, crowding her space.
My right hand lands on the center console and I use my left to grip the side of her neck. “I wasn’t joking,” I tell her, my thumb pressed to the hollow of her throat, “you are too good for me.”
Her eyes widen, “But you have-”
My grip tightens, her warm flesh giving under the pressure, “So help me god, if you say something about money right now, I’m gonna spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”
A small moan vibrates against my fingers and my dick strains in response.
“Fucking hell, Smoky, you’re just proving my point. It’s not even your beautiful face, or perfect body.” I can feel her throat work through a swallow. “And it’s not just the way you respond to me. It’s everything you are, from the inside out. You’re good. You’re just… good.”
I let my forehead rest against hers. I didn’t mean to make this so intense; I just can’t seem to control my emotions when it comes to this woman.
Her exhale feathers over my lips, “You’re good too, Beckett. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
My little fire-starter. Of course, she would feel the need to say something nice.
I smirk, “I’m not that good.”
To prove my point, I give in to desire, drop my head and sink my teeth into the soft swell of her breast.