Page 16 of One Night Entanglement

"Cec," I warn, but my voice comes out rougher than I intended.

"What?" She tilts her head to look up at me, all innocence except for the heat in her eyes. "I'm just getting comfortable."

"That's not what you're doing."

"No? Then what am I doing?"

Her hand slides higher, and I have to grip the steering wheel tighter to keep from swerving into the ditch. "Playing with fire."

"Maybe I like getting burned, and just maybe I need a distraction."

Before I can respond, her fingers find my belt buckle. The metallic clink as she works it open seems unnaturally loud in the quiet cab of the truck.

"Jesus, Cecily."

"Keep your eyes on the road," she murmurs, and then her hand is inside my jeans, wrapping around me through my boxer briefs.

I'm hard as a fucking rock, have been since she slid across the seat. The feel of her hand on me, even through the cotton, is almost enough to make me pull over right here on the side of the highway and have my way with her.

"This is insane," I manage to get out.

"Probably." She works my jeans open, then my boxers, and suddenly there's nothing between her hand and my skin. "But I don't care."

Neither do I. That's the problem. I should care. I should be the responsible one and tell her to stop, tell her we need to talk about this first, figure out what it means. Instead, all I can think about is how good her hand feels wrapped around me.

When she leans down and replaces her hand with her mouth, I almost drive us into the guardrail.

"Goddamn it, Cec."

"Shh," she murmurs against me, the vibration of her voice adding another layer of sensation. "Just drive."

So I do. I keep my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheel while she destroys every bit of control I thought I had. Her mouth is warm and wet and perfect, taking me deeper than I remember, using that little trick with her tongue that used to drive me crazy. Still does, apparently.

The last few miles home pass in a blur of sensation and desperate attempts to keep us alive. By the time I pull into our driveway, I'm barely holding on. The second I put the truck in park, I throw my head back against the seat and spill down her throat. She pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand like she hasn't just blown my fucking mind.

"There," she says, settling back against the seat with a satisfied smile. "Now I'm comfortable."

I stare at her for a long moment, trying to process what just happened. Trying to figure out what it means for us, for whatever the hell we're doing. But all I can think about is how she looks right now. Her lips swollen, hair mussed, eyes bright with mischief and something that looks a lot like affection.

She blew my dick the same way she's blown what I thought would be the rest of my life apart.

12

Cecily

We’re both quiet as we walk into the house. But it’s a comfortable kind of quiet—easy and achingly familiar. What’s not familiar is the fact that I literally just gave Quinn road-head on the drive home like it was nothing. Like we don’t have this whole complicated mess hanging over us. And maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I’m thinking too much about the complications and not about the prize.

I want this. I want him. Back in my life. For good. Not some temporary roommate situation, not some let’s-just-fuck-cause-we-happen-to-still-be-married. I want what I always wanted with him. The forever fairy tale is what I always pictured with Quinn. But I’m no princess and he’s sure as hell no prince. He’s better than that. Battle scarred, a little older, a lot wiser, with an edge to him that makes me forget everything else and give him road-head, for fuck’s sake.

“Don’t.”

That single word, spoken quiet and deep, is full of warmth and a touch of wariness. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t pull away,” he says. “Not again.”

“I don’t plan on it,” I tell him. “I’m tired of running from what scares me. Tired of hiding from the things I can’t outrun. I don’t know what this is between us… the love is there. It never went away. You know that, right?”

“I do. It’s the same for me. I’ve loved you all my life and I don’t see that ending anytime soon.”

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