“Wait,” I tell her, and she freezes at the command. The way she obeys should make me want to stab myself in the heart, but all it does is make me want to give her more orders. “Sit your ass right there. You don’t ever open your own doors with me, got it?” I say this like I’m planning on opening more than this one last door for her.
“Yes, sir.”
My eyes widen at her response, and I hurry out of the car before I do something stupid. Breathing deeply, I go around the car and open it for her and then help her step outside. We walk to the front door, but before she enters, she turns around and unzips my jacket. Those pretty tits that were hidden are now on display again, and I wish I could run my tongue between them.
“Hang on to it.” I touch her hand to stop her from taking it off, and I feel that little flash of heat. This time I know it’s not because of the rugs or anything else. It’s just the way she feels on my skin.
“Goodnight, Mr. Insley,” she says, and for the first time tonight, I see her full-on smile.
It feels like a punch in the gut, and I have to take a step back. “Call me Walsh,” I say because I want to hear my name on her lips.
“Walsh,” she repeats and then waves goodbye as she walks into her house.
My feet are in motion while my brain is still processing what the fuck just happened. There’s not much I know about what happened tonight, but I know one thing for sure. I’m going to fuck my own hand while thinking about those pretty lips saying my name and sucking me off. Even if that makes me the old piece of shit she probably thinks I am.