“This?” he said, glancing at me as he shifted into reverse. “It’s not even my favorite.”
I stared at him, at the car, marveling at the situation I had just willingly stepped into with a slacked jaw.
This was insane.Iwas insane.
And still…
As the car pulled into the night, one reckless, traitorous thought rose above the rest:I really want to get my hands on the wheel.
***
I barely remembered the drive to his place.
All I could think about was the choice I’d made to go home with a supe. To let go of the caution that had always ruled me, to ignore every warning, and just… jump.
If I was crossing the line tonight, I wasn’t stopping halfway.
Deciding to be ballsy like Lark, I let my hand drift into his lap as he drove. His eyes flicked down, then toward me in surprise. Resting my head against the seat, I slowly licked my lips.
“You’re trouble,” he murmured, not looking the least bit disappointed by the fact.
I let my hand slide up and down his thigh, testing, teasing. His jaw tightened.
“It’s my first night with a supe,” I boldly answered. “You better make it worth it.”
His head snapped toward me, eyes sharp, searching, like he was trying to decide if I was serious. Then a second later his foot hit the gas.
The rest of the drive was a blur.
One moment, we were moving along the street, the next, the car jerked to a stop. The door barely had time to open before he was there, pulling me out, his mouth crashing against mine.
The world tilted.
Cold metal pressed against my back before I realized I was on the hood of the car. The warm metal seared my back, but all I could think about was the wet trail of kisses going downward, making somewhere else on my body heat up.
My fingers splayed against the smooth surface beneath me, grounding myself in something solid while everything else spun.
His hands moved quickly, impatiently, catching on the fabric of my pants. There was a pause, where a flash of irritation crossed his face, then a sharp sound split the night.
Cool air brushed against my skin, and he dropped to his knees without breaking eye contact. My breath caught at the sight of his gaze, dark with intent.The way he looked at me, like he’d already decided I was his favorite mistake, sent a dangerous thrill through my chest. At least we were on the same page.
His hands gripped my thighs before he drove his head between my legs. The cool, wet feel of his tongue exploring my body caused me to gasp and shake.
He wasn't the type to give a couple good licks and call it good. He was moving and twisting his tongue, switching up the speeds,and licking every inch of me until a sound tore from my lips before I could stop it.
Heat flooded through me, chasing away every coherent thought, and my head tipped back as sensation, sharp and sudden, sparked and spread.
“I was right,” he murmured against my thigh, his voice rough and breathless.
I forced myself to look down.
His expression alone was enough to make my pulse stutter. The look on his face said he was savoring every second he was down there.
For a brief, reckless moment, I understood the appeal. Why humans would risk their lives being with a supe. Because if it always felt like this, then I was late to the game.
My hips lifted without permission, chasing that feeling, needing more.
His mouth curved, and something wicked flashed in his eyes as his hands tightened, then he pushed my legs further apart, baring me to the world, and my cheeks flushed.
