“Fine. But the moment we get there, you’re going to tell me how you found these songs because I doubt you asked Aubrey for help.”
Only thirty seconds pass before she’s huffing and selecting one of the songs. It plays through the sound system. I hear the first few beats and choke on a laugh.
“‘No Scrubs’? You chose that one on purpose.”
She hums innocently. “Oh, did I?”
“Are you insinuating that I’m a scrub because I won’t answer your question?”
“I guess we’ll have to see when we get to the house,” she states stubbornly.
When we reach the driveway, I reach up to the visor and click the garage door opener. The door rises while I battle an even wider grin and finish listening to the ridiculous song. The lyrics are extremely pointed, which only makes me love Brielle and her dramatics more.
Shock ripples through me, forcing my smile to drop. The lightning bolt of panic that lances my chest fades instantly when I feel her squeeze my hand. I pull into the garage and put the car in Park. When I look to the side, I find her eyes narrowed and waiting. They pierce into me, and I let them, making no move to pull away.
“Do I need to pick another song, or are you going to answer me?”
My tongue is slow to move. “You hardly post online, but when you do, there’s always a song attached to your pictures. It’s never the same one, and after listening to the ones you played in your kitchen, I pieced together that you only choose ones you love.”
“So you put them into a playlist?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Without breaking eye contact, I turn the car off and reach over to turn down the music. “Because there are things you love that I want to know more about. Your music tastes, the fashiontrends you use as inspiration for your work, horror movies. I don’t know where to start with fashion, and I’m man enough to admit that the movies you love scare the shit out of me. Music was the best starting point, and I know these are only a few of the songs you like, but if you tell me a few others, I’ll add them and listen as soon as I can.”
Her fingers are trembling when she presses them to my neck and draws me close. I reach for her waist and help lift her over the middle console. The warm weight of her body in my lap soothes the frayed nerves skittering beneath my skin. Our lips meet in a raw, desperate kiss as she moans and pushes my head back against the seat.
I push my hands up her sides and around her back so I can unclasp her bra. It snaps open at the same time she’s reaching to the side and shoving the car door open. No words need to be spoken for me to understand the order.
She takes my hand and climbs out of the car so fast I stumble when my feet hit the cement floor of the garage. The overhead door is still open, but the driveway is hidden enough that I know no one will pass by and see her pull her shirt over her head. I watch the pink fabric fall to the floor before she’s gripping the waist of my jeans and using it to push me back up against the open door.
My body forces it to close with a slam that shakes through my bones. “What are you doing?”
Her pink lips part to reveal the most knee-quivering smile. It distracts me enough that my reaction to her lowering herself to her knees on the discarded shirt is delayed. She’s already got my jeans undone and hanging at my knees by the time I shoot a hand out and gather her hair in a weak fist.
“It’s pretty obvious now, isn’t it?” she murmurs before gripping my cock.
Her grip is almost too fucking perfect as she gives me a slow stroke and leans in to lap at the leaking tip. Eyes closing, she purses her lips and runs them down the entire shaft. They part when they reach my balls, and she sucks one into her mouth. I reach behind me to palm the smooth body of the car, needing something to hold on to that isn’t connected to her head.
“You’re always on your knees for me, Brielle. There’s no need for you to be,” I declare breathlessly, jaw trying to close. “Let me be the one on my knees.”
She ignores me. The smooth, wet feel of her tongue finds the underside of the head, tracing it in endless circles. I grunt a breath and lean more of my weight against the car. The tension in my groin grows tenfold when she takes me into her mouth.
Blazing heat engulfs my cock while her tongue runs along the underside, teasing. My chest caves when she reaches between my legs and cups my sac, rolling it.
I choke on her name as the pleasure spikes. “Elle.”
She opens those pretty blue eyes and flicks them upward, watching as I crumble for her. I shake my head and use my hold on her hair to force her off my cock. Her lips make a filthypopnoise, and then she’s sinking back onto her heels and grabbing my hands.
I pull her up before spinning us and pinning her to the car. Fitting myself between her legs, I grab behind her knees and lift. She gasps when her back makes contact with the hood.
“Tell me you need me,” I breathe out, already unbuttoning her shorts.
“I need you.” She unzips my jacket and works it down my arms. Once it’s off, she tosses it across the hood and pushes my shirt up my chest with frantic hands. “I need you so,sobadly.”
I shut my eyes for a brief moment, searching for control as my shirt joins the jacket. “Take your shorts off for me.”
