Page 104 of Wait For It

“Ta-da,” Ari exclaimed with a little bow as she reached the table. “What’d you think?”

What did I think?

Part of me was convinced she was the angel who’d saved my life. The other part was harder than granite and in the mood to do some very unreligious things to her. I didn’t usually find myself aroused when listening to music, but this song had left me with a sudden need to get her all alone.

I locked a hand around her waist as someone else approached, growling, “Let’s go.”

Ari shot worried glances my way as I hauled her out of the bar and down the sidewalk, but I didn’t trust myself to speak.

Not yet.

Not when my mind was currently traveling to some shocking places. Destinations involving sex up against the side of the building and matching last names. It was madness.

We reached my truck. I unlocked it before opening the back door. “Get in.”

Okay, there was a chance I sounded a little like Batman.

Her eyes widened, but she gave me a shaky nod before sliding across the backseat. I joined her and slammed the door behind me, breathing heavily.

“Killian?”

Hearing the fear in her tone, I opened my eyes and lifted my head off the seat. “Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you are?”

She exhaled softly. “Why do you look so mad?”

“I’m not,” I said in a strangled voice, before turning away. “I’m fighting to keep from touching you right now.”

“Why?” There was an innocence in her question that left me eager to provide a demonstration—to show her the effect she had on my body.

“Because I haven’t been with a woman in over a year and I don’t—I don’t think I’ll be able to stop if I touch you. I need to be in control and right now…” I swallowed against the thickness in my throat. “I’m not.”

“Oh. So, if I did this,” Ari whispered into the dark. The leather squeaked as she moved across the bench seat and settled on my lap, straddling my legs with hers. “Would this not be okay?”

“Fuck.” My hands moved to grip her thighs. “Ari, please.”

“Is it your knee?” she asked, her dress riding up around her hips as she shifted forward.

“No,” I groaned. “But other parts of me are feeling a little… uh, confined at the moment.”

Ari’s smile didn’t seem as innocent when her hands began moving over my chest. “Does it hurt here?”

I shook my head. “Just give me—”

“Maybe here?” She moaned as her hips bucked against my painfully hard dick, her breath warm against my neck as she whispered, “It’s okay. That’s where I hurt too.”

With that, I released my hold on her thighs and tugged her dress up around her waist, giving myself permission to lose control.

“What are you doing?”

I returned her grin. “Consider this my way of saying thank you.”

Ari’s fingers slipped into my hair, tugging my mouth up to meet hers. There was nothing slow and gentle about this kiss—we were both beyond reason.

For a woman with limited experience, Ari was a quick study and seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She lightly bit down on my lip, before lapping at me with her tongue, just like I’d done with her at the aquarium.

With a ragged pant, she straightened and reached down to where my hands were locked around her hips. “Touch me, Killian. Please.”

I was sure there was probably a zipper or buttons on her dress but was too impatient to look for them. Instead, I bunched it into my fists before dragging it up under her arms. “Hold it. I wanna look at you.”

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