Page 46 of The Fangirl and the Playboy

He helps me into the car, and I watch him stroll around to climb into the driver’s seat. As soon as he closes the door behind him, I reach over the center console, grab his collar, and tug him toward me.

He’s surprised as our lips meet, but quickly recovers, taking over the kiss as I part my lips to invite him inside. We kiss for a second or an eternity, I’m not sure which, then I break off and take a few quick, heavy breaths.

“Take me home, Gavin. Toyourplace.”

He stares into my eyes for a few short beats, searching for the truth of what I’m suggesting like he can’t quite believe what he heard. When he finds nothing but surety in my gaze, he nods and starts the car.

Looking back over at me, he lunges forward to kiss me again like he’d die if he didn’t taste me one more time before getting on the road. I kiss him back with wild abandon, and when we pull apart we smile at each other for several long moments.

He clears his throat and moves to buckle up, and I do the same with a satisfied smile on my face. I want this, and so does he.

I can hardly wait to feel him against me,insideme, and I can tell he feels the same when he punches the gas, making the tires squeal as he pulls out onto the highway. I laugh, and he looks over at me with a wide grin.

Reaching over, he takes my hand and weaves our fingers together, squeezing lightly. My heart flutters, and my core clenches.

This is happening. And I’m really fucking ready.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Gavin

I’ve been hard as a rock since Willow kissed me, and the anticipation of getting her back to my rental, alone, is doing nothing to ease the ache of need inside me. When she said she wanted to leave the restaurant, I was sure I’d gone too far, told her too many truths too soon.

But apparently, unrepentant honesty makes Willow hot.

The ride is mostly silent save for the sound of my nervous thumbs tapping against the steering wheel as I drive too fast down the stretch of dark highway. Movement catches my eye, and I glance down to see Willow’s thighs rubbing together as if she’s trying to ease an ache between them.

And now, my cock is even harder.Fuck.

Willow has her seatbelt off before the car rolls to a stop in the driveway of my rental house, and her wet lips latch onto my throat as I push the gear shift into park. Reaching up with my left hand, I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her head back so I can seal my mouth over hers.

The kiss is heated, almost manic, as she paws at my shirt, plucking a button free so she can slip her hand inside to touch my bare chest. Releasing her hair, I reach down to grip her wrist, pulling her hand free of my shirt while rearing back to meet her wild, lust-filled gaze.

“Inside. Now,” I blurt between heavy breaths, and her head nods in an erratic motion.

We climb from the car, and when we meet up in front of the hood, I take her hand and drag her up the steps to the front door. She presses up against my back as I mash the buttons on the keypad to unlock the door, her arms circling around me to pluck at the rest of my shirt buttons.

Once I finally get the door open, I clamp my arms down over hers, trapping her against my back as I drag her inside. She tugs an arm free to slam the door behind us, and I release her other one before spinning and backing her up against the wooden panel.

This isnotthe Willow I knew before. That shy, inexperienced girl is all grown up, a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it.

And I fucking love it.

My fingers grip the hem of her sweater, and she immediately lifts her arms into the air so I can yank it up and off her. As soon as her arms are free of the soft material, her hands dive into my hair and tug, pulling me down for another kiss.

My palms explore every inch of skin I’ve uncovered before moving to the clasp of her bra. As soon as the band snaps free, I massage the skin beneath it with firm fingertips, easing any sting the tight elastic may have caused. Willow purrs into my mouth as we continue to taste each other, telling me she likes what I’m doing.

By the time my hands make it to her chest, ready to finally feel her gorgeous tits in my palms, Willow is gripping my wrist in an attempt to speed me along. Breaking off our kiss, she releases me to tug the bra straps from her arms, throwing the garment away like it’s offended her.

Then she stares into my eyes as my hands finally cup her breasts. I knead them lightly, testing their weight and shape before pinching the nipples, and her eyes fall closed as a long moan blows through her lips.

“You like that,” I say.

It’s not a question, but she nods in answer, anyway, then arches her back to increase the pressure of my hands on her. Her own fingers move to the button and zipper on her jeans, undoing them before shoving the denim down her thighs. And as she stomps her feet free, I dip my head to suck one nipple between my lips.

“Oh, God,” she groans as I nibble at the puckered bud with light teeth.

Releasing her breast from my mouth with an audible pop, I take a step back. I watch her watch me as I unbutton the single button she missed earlier and shrug out of the shirt completely. Her eyes heat as my hands move to the closure of my own jeans, my fingers flicking open the button before tugging the zipper down.

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