Page 60 of Until You

Chapter Seventeen

It was a fifteen-minute drive to his condo, but it felt like an hour. He wanted to ask her about Aiden, but he knew better than to broach the subject. Did he accept her statement that they were simply friends? According to what she told Brittany, she’d called all the men she slept with friends. But they’d set no parameters, and they definitely weren’t exclusive, so did it matter? Strangely, it did, and he wasn’t sure what to do with that.

“Tell me about your brothers,” she said, shifting in her seat to look at him.

He shot her a look, then turned back to the road. “There’s not much to tell. I’m the oldest. Alex is two years younger than me, and Eric’s a junior in high school.”

“That’s a huge age difference,” she said.

“I suspect Eric was a last-ditch effort to make my parents’ marriage work. My mother took off a year later.”

“Oh, God. I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, pretending indifference, but this many years later, her abandonment still stung like a bitch.

“My parents are divorced too,” she said. “But they waited until I graduated. They stayed together for me. But I wish they’d divorced back when I was younger. They made most of my life after I turned eight miserable with their fighting. I didn’t have any siblings to commiserate with, so I used to spend a lot of time at Brittany’s house.”

He didn’t want to talk about their parents’ failed marriages. He pulled to a red light and turned to face her. “Are you hungry?”

A smile spread across her face.

“For food,” he said with a grin.

“Are you?”

“I’m more hungry for you.” He leaned toward her, cupping the back of her head and giving her a deep kiss. A car honked behind them, and he grinned when he saw the light had turned green.

“Do you see your brothers often?” she asked, shifting in her seat to face him.

“Not as often as I should,” he said, as he rested his hand on her thigh again.

“But you went to the ball game with them.”

He tugged the fabric of her skirt higher so he could see her bare thigh. “Delayed gratification,” he said in response to her questioning grin. “I’ve been wanting to touch you all day, and now I finally am.”

Lanie laughed. “I get the hint.” She pushed his hand away and ran her fingertips up the inside of his thigh, stopping just before his crotch, then slid her fingers slowly down and back up again. “Do you like this topic better?”

“Much.”

She found the bulge in his pants and covered the length of him, rubbing him with the palm of her hand. “You’re so hard already,” she murmured in his ear.

Groaning, he grabbed her hand and held it still. “Jesus, Lanie.” His erection throbbed, and he sucked in his breath. All their earlier foreplay had made him eager, but damned if he’d come in the car. He had other plans.

She laughed in his ear and nipped his earlobe with her teeth.

He barely held it together the rest of the way to his condo. When he parked in the dark parking garage, he unbuckled her seat belt and hauled her partially over the console. He captured her mouth and kissed her until they were both breathless.

“Part of me wants to fuck you right here in the car,” he murmured against her mouth. “But I’d rather have you in my bed.”

He got out of the car before he changed his mind, then opened her door and helped her out of the car. She leaned forward to kiss him, but he took a step back and grinned. “The next time I touch you, I might not be able to stop, so I suggest we wait until we get into my condo.”

She grinned, that mischievous grin that drove him crazy, and he second-guessed his decision.

He put his hand on her lower back and led her to the elevator bank, thanking the stars above that there was an elevator waiting.

“Which floor?” she asked.

“Fifth.”

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