Page 281 of Rock Me All Night
"Your ass too."
I check my reflection to assess the veracity of his claims. Scar issues aside, the swimsuit is flattering. It plays up my curves without any unfortunate pinching.
"For the record, you see anything you like, it's on me." He shifts, his gaze glued to my ass. "Even if you want everything in the store."
"I'm not sure I like you buying me so much stuff."
"Trust me, Kendrick. This is not for you. It's for me."
He's panting like he can't stand that we're in public and not alone. I bite my lip to keep my mind out of the gutter. There's time for that when this is over.
"Okay." I move back to the dressing room and change into my normal clothes. My muscles are tight and my nerves are shot. The purple suit isn't quite right, but it works for the beach. This black-and-white polka-dot thing is just for us, alone, so I can see that needy look spread over his face again.
I fix my hair and bring my new swimsuits to the register. Drew whips out his credit card and pays without even looking at the total.
* * *
Once we’reinside the car, Drew turns to me, his expression dead serious. "For the record, Kara, your thighs are divine. I'm happy to prove it."
"How would you do that?"
His expression flares with something mischievous. "Bury my face between them."
My cheeks flush. "I'm not sure that proves anything."
"How about I do it anyway?" He reaches over and runs his hand over the inside of my thigh.
Heat courses through my body.
I want to feel normal. As normal as it's possible to feel stripping naked in a parking garage in the middle of the day.
I nod.
He leans over me, unbuckling my seatbelt then pushing my seat back until it's nearly flat.
"This might be uncomfortable for a minute." He shifts into the passenger seat next to me, pressing me against the window. "Bear with me."
He slides his hand up my t-shirt and unhooks my bra. His hands traces its outline. He keeps my shirt on, but pushes my bra up and out of the way.
He slides his hand over my breast. "Your tits are also divine." He pushes my shirt up to my neck. Then the bra.
He palms my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingertips. I try to forget we're in a car in a parking garage in the middle of the day.
Drew kisses me hard. His tongue dances with mine. His hands work their magic on my chest.
Our kiss releases and he brings his mouth to my ear. "Do me a favor and take those jeans off."
"A favor?"
"You'll like the results."
He looks up at me with a shit-eating grin. Can't say that I'm opposed to the view. There's enough light in here that I can see every line of definition in Drew's chest, shoulders, and stomach. I can make out every brush of ink in his tattoos. My gaze is drawn to a glass heart on his shoulder. It's broken, bleeding.
I trace its outline. "Your ex?"
"That relationship wasn't something I'd want on my body."
"Then what's it for?"
