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This limo isa little smaller and a lot less party central. No booze, no mood lighting, no stripper poles. It's plenty of room for to two to sit. Or lie.
"Pizza with vegetables on it?" Tom scrunches his nose like he smells something bad. "Really?"
"If you don't want it, get something else on your half. Just not meat. It touches."
"Okay. Red peppers, artichoke hearts, and broccoli it is." He shakes his head but taps the order into a takeout app on his phone.
"You'll like it."
"That's my line." Tom pulls me into his lap and nods to the moon roof. "We're not in an 80s movie. Fight your urge to get up and look around."
"I don't think it's possible to be around you and have an urge to do something besides jumping your bones."
"That's an urge I can get behind. Or in front of. Or under. Or on top of."
"Or all of the above?"
"I like the way you think."
Tom presses a button to slide the roof open. The dark blue evening light falls over us. The city is too bright for stars but the moon is big and beautiful.
I lean back on the bench seat and stare at the sky. Minutes pass without conversation but the silence is comfortable.
Tom really has no idea how romantic he is. How sweet he is. He's cocky about his looks, his music, his fucking, his role as bossy band protector... about a million things. But, somehow, he can't see how lovable he is.
His hand slides into my hair. "Don't fall asleep on me."
"I'm not on you. I'm on the bench."
"Don't fall asleep until I make you come at least two more times. I hate to let a beautiful woman down."
"You can make me come," I murmur. "Just don't wake me."
"Won't be doing it right if you sleep through it."
A fair point.
He scoots closer, shifts me so my head is in his lap and he's looking down at me. "You really want me to wake you with an orgasm sometime?"
"Sometime." I stare back at him. "Not yet but sometime."
There's understanding in his eyes. He doesn't need it explained. That kind of thing is the next level of trust.
"You can wake me with sex anytime."
"You won't feel used if you wake up to me riding you senselessly?"
"Mmm. I lost my train of thought." Tom pulls me up and into his lap. He presses his lips into my neck. "Have you eaten anything since breakfast?"
"No."
"Then don't fall asleep until after dinner." He checks the time on his phone. "You skip a lot of meals?"
"When I'm preoccupied." I dig through the mini-fridge for a bottle of water. "I don't need someone reminding me to eat. I'm a big girl. I can feed myself."
He shakes his head. "Afraid I can't agree to those terms, kid."
