Page 50 of Thief of my Heart

She huffed. “Fine. No dessert. But I would like to…talk…some more.”

The new flush of pink on her cheeks told me she definitely wasn’t thinking of conversation when she said that.

And now my jeans were tight all over again.

“Lea,” I started, though she was already pulling me close.

“You said you’d take me on a real date.” Her hands slipped into my jacket and around my waist. “If you were with someone else, someone older, someone who was obviously interested in continuing somewhere private, what would you do?”

Her hips pressed into mine. There was no way she couldn’t feel the effect she had on me right there, against her leg.

Fuck, I was trying to be a gentleman here, but she wasn’t making it easy.

“I’d ask her upstairs,” I admitted, as her hands played idly with my shirt. I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my arms around her shoulders. Our lips were almost touching. Almost. Not quite. “For a drink, maybe. Or coffee.”

Vaguely, I wondered if I could get the shitty coffee machine in her grandpa’s office working. Or if Lea even drank shitty coffee at all.

“And then what?” Her lips brushed mine.

Someone on the street laughed. It was a man’s laugh. Someone older.

I started at the sound and tried to pull away. I shouldn’t be out here like this with her. Where anyone could see, let it get back to?—

“Adult, Michael,” Lea interrupted my thoughts as she took my chin and pulled my face back to hers. “And then what would you do?”

When she popped up onto her tiptoes and caught my ear between her teeth, every reservation I had flew out of my mind as quickly as the taxi that passed us. I shuddered as the wet heat of her tongue slipped along the lobe.

“And then I’d… fuck, Lea… I’d worship this ass with my palm before…I… Fedthislusciousmouthmydick and paintedyourprettytitswithmycome—fuck!”

As her teeth bit lightly into my ear, the words spilled out all at once, like I’d been holding them in for weeks, not hours.

Her breath caught. For a second, I wondered if I’d ruined it for real this time. Lea said she wanted reality, wanted a real man, but she was still legitimately an innocent, no matter what her tongue could do. She had no idea what kind of filth she was releasing in my mind. What kind of dirty things I wanted to do to her perfect body.

Her mouth trailed over my jaw, then landed on mine. And it was like we were right back on that train, drinking up every drop of heat we could, acting like we were each other’s Last damn Suppers.

Well, maybe we were. At least, she was for me.

It was only a kiss, but I already knew that no one else would ever compare to the angel in my arms.

“I said I wanted a real date,” she whispered. “So I guess you’d better take me back to the breakroom and follow through with your plans.”

“Jesus.” I grunted before I took her mouth again. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

Her hand clasped in mine, we raced up the familiar blocks back to the garage, where I prayed none of the mechanics would be working late. Everything was dark when I unlocked the door, guided her around the unfinished cars, and escorted her up the stairs to the room above the garage.

Every alarm bell in my head was going off as I opened the door to the space I couldn’t even call my own. But I ignored them all the second Lea jumped into my arms.

As our lips met in a fiery collision, her fingers tangled in my hair and clutched me even closer. A low growl from deep in my chest echoed in the darkness. Christ, she made me feral. She herself was a damn wildcat. From angel to animal in less than a second.

“Take me,” she whispered against my lips as she took my hands and moved them to her very perfect ass. “Do what you said, right here above the garage. Do it all and m-more.”

I groaned. It was taking everything I had not to devour her whole. Especially when she was turning us both around, letting me subconsciously stumble us both over to the futon, which thankfully I’d made before leaving. Her legs buckled, and we fell onto the makeshift bed. I pushed her jacket off her shoulders, pulled at the hem of her shirt, then lost my breath completely as she lifted it over her head and lay back on my pillows in nothing but her simple black bra.

That was when I froze.

It wasn’t like I’d never done this before. Christ, I’d been messing around with girls a hell of a lot earlier than most boys should. Gina was just one of too many who seemed to like a bad boy in their bed, and before her, I’d been a bona fide expert at using rickety fire escapes to avoid angry parents after I’d defiled their daughters in the next room.

But this was different.

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