Page 46 of The First Time
Chapter Seven
Kit
Piper doesn't fight me about paying. But she does insist on driving me home.
"We're three blocks from the five." She unlocks her car and pulls the driver's side door open. Her eyes fix on mine. "It's barely half an hour to your place."
That's a bullshit explanation, but there's only one part of me that cares. My brain is screaminggetting in that car with Piper is trouble. Her outside my apartment building—bigger trouble.
If she invites herself up...
There's no way I can resist Piper once she's in my apartment. The way her light hair is falling over her shoulders is doing things to me.
It's not that I'm hot for blondes. Piper's new look makes it harder to see her as the sixteen year old girl I met three years ago.
Makes it hard to see her as anything but a beautiful woman who wants to fuck Kit Lockhart, the man, not Kit Lockhart, the celebrity.
"Kit?" Her voice is soft. "You okay?"
Fuck, I'm staring. "Yeah."
"You look tired. You should get an iced coffee for the road."
"Sugar isn't the answer to all of life's problems."
"Of course not." She motions for me to get in the car. "Caffeine is."
Her earnest laugh does things to me. I want to pin Piper to the wall, tear that tiny top off, and taste her skin. I want to suck on her nipples until her hands dig into my hair. I want to throw her on the bed, pull her panties to her knees, and taste her cunt.
And I want to make her laugh.
Fuck, it's one thing wanting to make Piper come, but this...
"Kit, don't make me torture you." She leans against the door. "Are you ticklish? I can find out. I'm very thorough."
I get into the passenger's seat
Piper smiles, victorious. She gloats as she slips into her seat, buckles up, and pulls out of the parking lot and onto the freeway.
"If your head gets any bigger, you won't be able to get out of the car," I tease.
She shrugs, nonchalant. "I have no idea what you mean."
"Bullshit."
"Maybe."
I flip through her CDs until I find something that will get her singing along. "You're worse than Ethan."
She laughs. "I know what you're doing."
I switch the CDs and put the case away. "What's that?"
"You're trying to bait me."
I copy her nonchalant shrug.
She laughs, but the second the stereo blares with Britney, she blushes. "I'm not going to sing along."
