Page 38 of Them Bones

Her fingers needily worked their way into his hair, tugging at it.

I miss you.

It hurts without you.

I want you.

I’m sorry.

Shut up.

More.

He wasn’t sure who was saying what as they tore into each other like he used to tear into bread.

Bread. Dustin. Jerry.His brain fought for control.Not yet – don’t do this, yet…

He snarled at the very reasonable, rational thoughts trying to permeate his mind, shoving them aside as he fumbled with the zipper of her coat, his fingers finding their way to the soft skin of her belly under her shirt, snaking around to her back and running up either side of her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

When he reached bra-level and found nothing but bare skin, he groaned so loudly that she chuckled against his mouth.

He paused.

Not yet.

His dick was screaming at him. His blood was screaming at him.

Not yet. Not like this.

He pulled away from her mouth, just an inch.

Not in a rush, in the car, in the cold.

He let his left hand fall to the steering wheel, gripping it tight to keep it from drifting back to her body. His right he slowly withdrew from under her shirt and reached up to tuck a loose lock of blonde hair behind her ear. She leaned into his touch, cheek pressing against the rough material of the cast.

Her eyes opened and it took everything he had in him not to grab her again. Her face was a storm, a wicked glint in her eye, her lips bruised and cheeks flushed.

“You have no business looking like that,” he grumbled sucking in a breath as he tried to lean back and create some more space between them. He pushed his head into the headrest, hard, and closed his eyes. “I can’t think straight…”

“So don’t,” she murmured, her lips on his neck. “I like you better when you don’t think at all…”

“Are you calling me stupid?” he joked, the steering wheel groaning under his grip.

She nipped his ear lobe in response.

“God dammit, Laney, stop.”

“Why?” Her tongue traced the shell of his ear.

I’m going to come in my pants.

“Good,” she murmured and he didn't know if he'd said it out loud or not.

“Fucks sake, please?” he begged. His eyes popped open, and he put his hands under her armpits, hoisting her up off his lap and guiding her gently back to the passenger seat.

“I’d be offended about this if the look on your face didn’t scream ‘stopping is the worst idea I’ve ever had’,” she huffed.

He rubbed his hand over the back of his head and she smiled at the familiar gesture. They both took a big, normal gulp of air, the boiling temperature dropping a degree.Come on, Shane, let’s get it down to a ‘simmer’…

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