Page 63 of Never You

“Yeah.”

“Any preferences?”

“Any club that isn’t on the East Coast.”

Her brows pull together in question. “What’s wrong with the East Coast?”

“Nothing.” I pause. “Everything. It’s closer to my parents.”

“That bad, huh?”

I shrug, giving her ait-is-what-it-islook. “Right now, it’s a five-hour flight. I can hide behind practices and games, telling my mom I can’t make it half of the time. If I’m residing on theEast Coast, that will be an hour, two tops. She will be on my back more than ever.”

She hums in understanding before I change the subject.

“What about you? Tell me something I don’t know about you?”

“Well, since my childhood isn’t public record, there is a lot you don’t know about me, Jensen.” She tilts her head as she looks at me.

Don’t I know it.

This whole trip has been a whole realization of me not knowing her.

“You told me you had a wild side, the other day. How wild?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows. “Are we talking about skipping class and skinny dipping? Or drugs and getting arrested.”

Her eyes widen, averting her gaze as I notice her cheeks getting flushed.

“All of the above?” I drive the car to the gas station we’re approaching. A hint of amazement is detectable in my voice. And she lets out a grunt when I park the car next to the gasoline pump.

“I just told you something I’ve kept a secret from the entire world. It’s your turn! Share, Rae,” I growl.

I want to hear all the dirty details that will make her fall from her pedestal in my head. Right in the mud where I want her to be. Dirty with that sassy mouth of hers.

But she presses her lips to a smile stripe, shaking her head with her eyes closed.

My head moves to her side before I start to tickle her to get a response.

“No!” She breaks out in a hysterical laughter, trying to push my hands off her body.

“Tell me, Stafford!”

“NO! Jensen! Stop.” Her words come out broken, barely able to speak between her continuous screeches.

My body hangs over the center console, getting closer to hers with every jerk of her limbs trying to hold me off. She lowers into the seat, almost lying down while hands keep tickling her sides, pricking my fingers into her skin as my nose gets closer to her hair. The sweet scent of her shampoo greets me, and I halt, startled when I look into her hooded eyes as she stills underneath me. I hear my heart pounding in my head as my lips part. My breaths grow shallow while a heat builds in my groin.

“Tell me, before I’m forced to use my teeth.”

She gasps, and our connection deepens as she gives me a longing look.

“You’re supposed to say something that will make me talk,” she says, her voice gruff, going straight to my already aching dick. “Not make it tempting to keep my mouth shut.”

Well, fuck.

Her delicate hands move up to my arms, slowly tracing my tattoos with her thumbs in a scorching way. Like magnets drawn together, I lean in, unable to break the magic and determined to finally find out what she tastes like. To find out how her plump lips feel against mine. She closes her eyes when our noses touch, my lips only an inch away.

“Yo!” A knock startles us, and I throw my head up while my heart slams against my chest.

“What?!” I glare at the gas jockey who is peeking through the window with amusement.

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