Confusion and excitement warred inside of her, and she gulped and wetted her lips. "Sla—-"
He moved towards her all of a sudden, and a startled cry escaped her, with Kady falling back until she was plastered against the door and he had her caged once more, one arm on the dashboard while another arm was on the back of her seat.
"I need you to promise me something." Slade's voice was rough and almost feral, but rather than invoking fear, it had her whole body aching with need. "You willnevershow this face of yours to anyone else—-"
Kady swallowed hard. "But I don't...I d-don't even know what face you're talking—-"
"I'll teach you."
And without warning, one large, strong palm pressed against the left side of her chest, and Kady's heartbeat, which was already racing a thousand times faster, practically blasted away in rocket speed at his touch.
"If your heart's beating mad..."
His hand gently drifted down, one inch at a time, until his entire palm had covered one globe of swollen and heavily aching flesh.
"And your breasts are hurting so fucking good..."
This time, Kady could no longer keep herself from moaning, her body arching and pleading for more. But his hand was moving again, descending further and further, and with every second that passed, she could feel her throat tightening, her senses reeling more wildly—-
His fingers finally reached the cleft between her legs.
"And this has become so goddamn wet..."
She whimpered. Because it was exactly as he said. Her flesh so mortifyingly wet that the moisture had seeped past her undies and all the way to the thin fabric of her leggings.
Slade raised his head, and blazing blue eyes captured hers.
"If you feel all three," he rasped, "then you can fucking bet you're making the face I'm talking about."
Why Do Fools Fall In Love
"This above all; to thine self be true." ~ William Shakespeare
Slade couldn't rememberhaving ever lost sleep over a woman. If memory served him right, it had never happened in the past. Not a single fucking time.
Until now.