Page 74 of Bonding with the Beta

“I’ve got to send myself this,” I mumble in disbelief.

“No,” he says, reaching for his phone, but I raise it to the ceiling of the car, out of his reach. “This wasn’t part of the deal, Kayleigh.”

My fingers attempt to work quickly against the screen, but it’s no use. Kayden’s large arm wraps around my midriff to tug me onto his lap with ease.

“Kayleigh.” I hear his voice in my ear when he settles me down onto his legs.

A yelp escapes me as I attempt to fight his grip with a laugh.

“Give me my phone,” he rasps, and I shudder at the way his breath tickles my neck.

I instantly shake my head, somewhat enjoying being in a close embrace. His hand manages to grab mine, and his other hand finds my ribs, gently pinching at the skin, and I howl.

My body jolts. There is nothing I hate more than being tickled. It’s what I believe hell would be like.

His fingers dig into my skin as I begin to laugh in pain. “Stop, stop, stop,” I chant as I wriggle on his lap and whimper when I feel his crotch beneath my ass.

I attempt to hold my hands up in defence, but my body caves to his fingers as they ride up my ribs. “Okay, okay,” I cry. “Have it back.”

Kayden removes his fingers and takes his phone back until I catch my breath and settle back into his lap. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and a shiver runs down my spine.

His lips press to the skin behind my earlobe, and I close my eyes at the gentle sensation. I relax into his grip, the feel of his arms closing around me tighter.

“We should head back,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” he rasps. “We should.”

Before I hop off his lap and return to my seat, I purposely grind down on his crotch. The material of this dress is thin, and I can feel everything between us. By the sound of his low groan, he can, too.

I bite my lip and turn to face him when I sit back in the passenger seat. His eyes are darker, and his head shakes once, releasing a staggered breath.

Yep, that red wine has definitely gone to my head.

Kayden pulls away and drives back to campus with the radio on low.

After seeing a glimpse of the extortionate bill at the restaurant, I offered to pay as much as I had, but Kayden silenced me with a stare that made my legs clench together.

The food was delicious and exquisite. The price says it all.

As we drive down a long, dark country lane, I twist my head and watch Kayden out of the corner of my eye. He’s got one hand rested on the steering wheel, and his elbow is lodged onto the edge of the window.

My heart thumps when I look at him. The man has an exceptional side profile, and I bet he doesn’t even know. My eyes study the curve of his jaw and the way his plump lips curl at the edges to flash off the tiny dimples in his cheeks.

I inhale a low breath, my head spinning.

The drive back to campus is still over twenty minutes.

But I don’t want to wait.

My hand glides across his thigh gently, the fabric of his trousers smooth against my skin. He jumps at the contact before his eyes find mine, his fingers latching onto the steering wheel with an iron grip.

“Kayleigh,” he warns me in a low tone that only excites me further.

He turns his attention back to the road, but my hand moves higher and higher towards his crotch. He visibly stiffens, and I bite down on my lip to hide my smile.

I brush my fingers over his growing dick. I release a sigh to find him hard. My palm rolls over him, and I watch his facial expressions. His mouth parts, and his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.

“I’m driving, Kayleigh,” he grunts and glances at me once more with those midnight eyes. “Don’t make me pull over.”

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