I chuckle, finding it hard to concentrate. “Better.”
“Good. Then come for me.”
He bites lightly on my earlobe and presses harder against my nub. The shock of both at the same time lifts me and throws me over the edge of my orgasm.
“God,” I moan, my head resting against his shoulder. I shudder violently beneath his touch. “Stop. You have to stop.” I sink my nails into his arms, trying to pry his hands away from me. “I’m going to die if you don’t stop.”
“No, you aren’t,” he says, kissing down my neck. “Relax and let go. Give me all of it.”
Another wave hits me hard. I shriek as the intensity rips through me, nearly tearing me apart.
“There you go,” he says, encouraging me. “Come all over my hand, beautiful.”
I cry out, feeling like my body’s falling apart.
“Watching you like this makes me hard all over again,” he whispers.
I grip his wrists and slow my movements. Gannon eases, too, taking his cues from me. I float back gently to reality with a smile.
The vehicle slows as we enter a packed street lined with cars.
“We’re here.” Gannon helps me back to my seat before digging around in a bag in the back. He hands me a moistened towelette and a dry washcloth. “I’m going to get out and give you time to put yourself back together, okay?”
I sigh. “I’d appreciate that.”
“Unless you want me to do it for you …”
“If you touch me again, this car is going home.”
He bursts out laughing, and the sound is music to my ears. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m drowning in post-orgasmic bliss, or if his laughter is so rare that it’s such a treat when it happens.
But, really, who cares?I get to enjoy it in my blissed-out state and that’s all that matters.
“Knock on the window when you’re ready.” He leans over and kisses me sweetly. “There’s no rush.”
“Okay.”
He straightens himself before opening his door and stepping onto the street. I watch him chat with Gray through the tinted glass. I can’t help but wonder what they’re saying.
But the biggest wonderment is the way Gannon holds himself. Shoulders relaxed. Lips soft. Almost a smile on his face.
I did that for him.
That makes me grin.
But he did this for me, too.
What a wild night this has already been … and we’re just getting started.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Carys
“This looks nothing like my high school,” I whisper, clutching Gannon’s hand.
He gives mine a gentle squeeze. “Just remember that looks can be deceiving.”
“Well, if it isn’t Gannon Brewer.” A burly man with silvery hair shoves a hand Gannon’s way, catching him off guard. “How have you been? It’s been a while.”