Page 90 of Elevator Pitch

I want to kiss her and bring her home with me. I don’t think she’d go for that, though.

We stay like this for a moment. I move in closer, lips hovering over hers—waiting for her to give me something, anything to let me know that this is okay. Her eyes glitter, her chest rising and falling heavily. “Sel—” I’m interrupted by her grabbing the back of my neck and her lips colliding with mine.

This kiss feels like the northern lights breathing life into me I never knew. I feel reborn. I’ve kissed before, but it’s never been like this. I’m hungry for her, and I’ve been starving for weeks, desperate for her taste and attention, willing to take anything she’ll offer.

This feels different from the kiss in her apartment. This one holds promise. She lets out a moan, and I swallow it, taking everything she’s comfortable giving me right now. Her handsstart moving over me, and that’s when I realize that I am standing on the curb leaning over this woman who’s kissing the life out of me, and my dick is straining in my pants.

I need to get her home NOW.

I come up for air and say, “I want to keep this going with you, but I think it’d be best if we were alone. Would you be okay with that?”

“Yes,” she says, catching her breath, her lips swollen and red. “I’m so—” I interrupt her unnecessary apology with another kiss, twisting my tongue around hers and nipping her lip as I pull away.

“Stop apologizing, Sunflower. You don’t need to do that anymore. With me or anyone else.”

“Okay.”

I kiss her forehead before closing the door and rounding the car to my side.

I settle in, warm up the car, and pull my phone out of my pocket. I open theKiwi Musicapp and hand my phone to her. She doesn’t take it and looks at me incredulously. “Tell me how you’re feeling right now with a song.”

“Just one?”

“As many songs as you need to express yourself. I think this is the best way for you to share what really goes on in that beautiful head of yours when words don’t seem like enough.” Her face softens, and she accepts my phone, ignoring the shock that occurs whenever our hands touch. She ponders for a moment before typing away, and she is making a playlist. It’s not lost on me how much her face lights up at the action.

Uh oh, we have something that brings joy to the great Selah Bailey.

I pull out of the parking spot and start the drive home, working overtime to contain my excitement that she would like to go home with me. Of course, she could shy away again and change her mind, which will crush me, but I’ll respect it. She’s leading the way with this, and I won’t press her.

She breaks the silence after a few moments. “You ready?” she says, holding up my phone.

“I’m all ears.”

She presses play, and I keep my eyes on the road, but can see her anxiously awaiting my reaction in my peripheral. The song has a funky beat, and the singer’s voice has a unique rasp. I’ve never heard it before, but I love it, and then I hear the line she must’ve been waiting for me to react to. It’s about desire and how eager you are to get that person alone.My eyebrows shoot up, and peer over at her. She returns my gaze with a simmering heat, as if she, too, is trying to contain herself. I notice her shift in her seat and squeeze her thighs together, seeking friction.

I feel her pain, and if she keeps it up, we may not even make it home before I pull over and bury myself deep inside of her. I reach over and grip her thigh, hoping my touch puts her at ease.

We’re about fifteen minutes out.

Another song comes on. I don’t know this one either, but it’s another funky beat, and the vocals are smooth. I like it. It’s about taking your time to please your partner, planning for it to take all night long. Good to know she and I are on the same page because she won’t be tapping out until I allow it. She moves my hand before squirming around in her seat. My eyes are on the road, but I turn the music down and ask her if she’s alright.

“I’m fine,” she says while visibly shifting around still. I notice her leaning forward and picking something up off the floor. She giggles, placing something in my lap. We finally get to a stoplight, and I glance down, doing a double take. It’s panties. Her panties. I’m shocked.

She took her panties off in my car and put them in my lap.

Fuck.

This woman drives me wild.

I look over at her, and she’s biting her lip, a simmering flame burning bright in her irises.

I grab the sopping panties, balling them in my hands before sniffing them, keeping our gazes locked. Her breath hitches.

The light changes, and I drop the panties in my lap, setting my foot on the gas. I reach over to rest my hand on her thigh once again, this time slipping my hand beneath the hem of her dress. She lets out a soft moan at my touch. Goosebumps erupt over her body, and I smile to myself.

Another song stands out to me on this playlist she made. I turn the music up to listen closely, and I hear the line loud and clear. The song is about wanting your partner to choke you during sex.

She surprises me again.

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