Page 19 of Time Bomb
“Third date.” Too late. I said it out loud.
“Third date,” he repeats, and I know he’s been thinking the same things I have all damn day long.
“Oh boy,” I hiss when I see the look in his eyes. Hiding my face in his neck, he lets out a throaty chuckle as he slowly releases me. The slide down his body sends delightful shivers through me. Shivers he most certainly sees and appreciates if the look he gives me is anything to go by. Or the bulge behind his jeans.
Gripping the bag again, Torque takes my hand and guides me to the front door. He waits as I lock up before bending and tossing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
“Torque!” I squeal with laughter. Gripping the back of his jeans, my hands wander down. He does have one hell of a fine ass.
“Keep doing that, Philly, and we might not make it back to my place.” He bites my ass cheek before kissing it.
A bolt of desire so intense pulses through me, causing me to squirm in his hold, and I can’t hold back the moan that nearly collapses my body. It’s a damn good thing he’s carrying me, or I’d be on the ground.
“Like that, did you?” He grunts the question, the heat in his voice unavoidable.
“God, yes,” I whisper, wondering what he’ll do about it when we’re alone.
Tense, erotic silence.
I don’t even know how that’s possible. It shouldn’t be. But sweet baby Marcus, it is. I squirm the entire ride to Torque’s place. He holds one hand on my thigh, just an inch from the apex, where I want him to touch me most, and keeps one white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel of his truck.
I don’t know if I’ve built this up in my mind or if it’ll be as explosive as it feels, but lordy, do I want this thing with Torque to heat up a notch or two. It completely contradicts the internal battle I was having at home, but attraction and desire don’t have to make sense. Does it?
As he pulls into his driveway, we sit for a minute, his fingers on my thigh tensing and unknotting with every beat of my heart. It’s like there’s a direct line to his hand, and he’s using it for stability.
“I want you, Philly.” The rough timber of his voice as he tries to hold back the longing has me biting the inside of my lip because I feel it too. “But nothing will happen that you don’t want.”
His eyes sweep over to meet mine this time, and everything he’s feeling and trying to hold back reflects at me. “Oh boy,” slips from my mouth before I unbuckle my seatbelt and float across the seat and into his lap.
I couldn’t have stopped my body with any more success than that of a hurricane or tropical storm. It just happened. With zero resistance on my part.
“I know,” I whisper before initiating the kiss this time. Biting his lip the same way he did to my butt, I suck the tender flesh into my mouth. A primal groan vibrates through Torque, and before I know what’s happening, he’s taken total control, and I’m just hanging on for the ride.
Torque
She’s fucking fire in my arms, and I’m helpless to extinguish it. Not that I would want to. I want her to incinerate us both from the inside out. Controlled burn or not, this is happening. We’re happening, and we’re never fucking ending. Not while there’s breath in my body.
Holding her tighter against me, I exit the truck and head inside with her still in my arms, attacking my mouth with the wanton vigor I’m beginning to love about her.
Kicking the door shut behind us, I don’t even understand how I managed to unlock it, but it doesn’t matter now. We’re alone, in private, where I can devour every delicious fucking inch of my sweet Ophelia.
Beelining to my bedroom, I release her body. The whine she emits makes me growl with my need to taste every inch of her. Separating from her eager kiss is hard as hell, but when I undress her, I want to take my time, savor it.
She whines again as her hands grip tighter on my shirt, trying to pull me back. “I want to enjoy this, Philly. I want to thoroughly take you in. Be my good girl, and let me.” A precious little blush works up her neck and cheeks at my words.
She gets off on praise. Fuck is that ever hot as hell.
Reaching forward, I begin to undo the measly three buttons holding her shirt together and caress her skin with the back of my knuckles as I slowly move down until I slip her top off. It floats soundlessly to the ground like a cloud descending from the sky to lay at her feet.
Her shorts are next. With the flick of my finger, the button comes undone, and I drag the zipper down with exaggerated leisureliness. Slipping my hands in the sides at her hips, I circle around until I’ve got the cheeks of her firm ass in my palms and shove the fabric down her legs. She steps out and is left in nothing but her delectable lavender panties and bra.
“Should be illegal to look so fucking good,” I mutter against her lips. “Could eat you right up.”
“Would you?” Her eyes widen at her own words. She obviously didn’t mean to say it out loud.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Turning her around, I kiss the back of her neck as my fingers unhook her bra. Pushing the straps off her shoulders, she does nothing to stop the garment from sliding off her body and landing with the rest of her clothes.
Nibbling down her spine, I kneel behind her, pushing the flimsy scrap of panties that hide the last of her down her thighs and pulling them off her feet before bringing them to my face and inhaling.