Page 111 of Nine Months to Love
I can’t speak yet. “Uh…”
She laughs. The sound is light. Happy. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I reach for her, cup her face in my hands. “Come here.”
She climbs over the console. It’s awkward in the confined space, but she manages. Then she’s straddling me, her knees on either side of my thighs.
I kiss her. Deep. Thorough. Trying to pour everything I can’t say into the contact.
Thank you.
I’m sorry.
You’re everything.
She melts against me. Her hands slide into my hair and she kisses me back with the same intensity I’m giving her.
“We should go home,” she whispers.
“Not yet.”
“Stefan—”
“I need you.” I grip her hips. “Right here. Right now.”
Her eyes widen. “We’re in a parking lot.”
“You didn’t care about that two minutes ago.”
“That was different.”
“How?”
“I…” She opens her mouth, then closes it. “I don’t know. It just was.”
I slide my hands under her dress and find the edge of her panties. “Tell me no and I’ll stop.”
She doesn’t tell me no.
Instead, she lifts up just enough for me to pull the fabric aside. Her hand goes between us, guiding me where I’m already stiffening again. Then she sinks down and we both groan.
“God.” Her head falls back. “Stefan.”
I grip her hips, help her find a rhythm. She moves slowly at first. Testing. Adjusting.
Then faster.
The car rocks with our movements. The windows start to fog. Anyone driving by would know exactly what’s happening.
I don’t fucking care.
All I care about is her. The way she feels around me. The sounds she makes. The desperation with which her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“Look at me,” I demand. “Don’t ever look away.”
I can see everything in those eyes. Want. Need. Something deeper that neither of us has named yet. I know my eyes look the exact same.
“I’ve got you.” I slide one hand between us, find where we’re joined. “Let go for me.”
