“Yeah?” I nip lazily at his mouth, palms flat on the door on either side of his head. “It’s on your way?”
He grins. “No.”
A kiss. Soft and so sweet it makes my toes curl.
I don’t have it in me to tell him to stop.That’s not what this is.
Gods.
Whatisthis?
“Mm,” he moans against my lips. Then, pulling back, “I’ll be here at six on Monday.”
I give him an appalled look. “You sadist.Eight.”
His smirk is too satisfied. He did that on purpose. Jackass.
I get him a towel so we can clean up, and I realize as we do that neither of us took off our clothes, not even our coats. It really was utilitarian. Just a hookup.
Thio kisses me again, tongue dipping into my mouth one more time. “See you at eight,” he tells me, then he’s gone.
Halfway to school Monday, with traffic moving at a standstill beyond the tinted windows, I ignore his condescending smirk.
“If I’d picked you up at six—”
“Like you’ve ever gotten to school that early.”
“Rush hour traffic isn’t nearly as bad at—”
“Thio.”
He grins. It seems to delight him to no end, the simple act of me saying his name.
I should go back toElethior. OrTourael.Scrub that line in, make sure we know where the boundaries are.
Eyes on me, he pulls a handful of items out of his pocket, does a quick spell, and a wall of black rises between us and the driver. The windows are already tinted, so we’re cocooned together.
My heart kicks up, body jumping—no,cannonballingon board with the light in Thio’s gaze, the way he tongues his lip ring.
“Your turn to use a spell for sex, huh?” I point out.
Thio smirks. “If you want it to be for that.”
“Your—um, driver,” I say. He can’t see us now, but—
Thio’s smile heats up. “Spell muffles sound, too. Plus, he’s paid very well by my family to not care about anything but the road.”
The reminder of who is funding this vehicle should be a bucket of cold water all over this energy. But it’s vindicating knowing the Touraels paid for this pretentious car, and I’m going to have sex with Thio in the back of it.
I’m on his lap before any lucid part of my brain can stop me.
This time, we’re both quick to strip off our jackets, and as the car continues its glacial crawl across the South Street Bridge, Thio and I devour each other like it’s been weeks instead of days.
Each touch doesn’t alleviate, it only exacerbates, fuel on fuel on fuel, burning me up until all I am is pure, unfiltered need.
Need to make him feel good.
Need to expunge these flames inside of me somehow; they’ll blister right through my chest if I don’t.
