“The sun's out. Yesterday you asked to drive with the top down, so we’re going to drive with the top down,” I respond plainly.
“We are?” She grins, and a giggle floats past her lips. Immediately, I want to hear it again.
While the top lowers, I spend those few moments watching her.
Why the hell am I resisting so hard? I want her. I want her so badly every piece of me aches.
I want to pull her close and re-do that kiss from last night, then take her back to the hotel and worship every inch of her skin until she’s so exhausted the only thing she can do is sleep in my arms.
I want to keep her close and tell Javier to back down because she’smine, and not his, and never will be his.
She’s mine.
Fuck.
The notion slams into me hard, and I realize what a tool I’ve been throughout the years. Had I paused and really looked atthe woman in front of me, maybe I would have stopped seeing my sister’s best friend and actually seen the woman she was—the woman she is.
I’m such an idiot.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Raina asks, searching my face as if she can’t quite figure me out.
Join the club. I can’t figure myself out.
“I’m not staring at you any differently than I normally do,” I argue, although it’s pointless. A smile breaks across my face and gives me away. She returns it, and I feel like she can see through my soul in that moment.
Bare. Transparent.
It’s jarring, but for the first time in my life, I feel like I want to let my guard down. I want to let my guard down forher.
“Okay,” she retorts sarcastically.
Pulling back onto the road, the wind slices through us, enveloping us within its crisp temperature, reminding us it’s November.
“If you get cold, let me know and I’ll pull over again,” I tell her, resting my wrist on top of the steering wheel casually.
“No way. I love this,” she breathes, putting her hands up overhead so she can really feel the air.
For the first time this weekend, she looks immensely happy, and I love knowing I’m the one who contributed to her feeling that way.
After a few more minutes of driving, she unzips her boots and kicks them off onto the floorboard before unbuckling her seatbelt. When she grips the edge of the windshield and begins to lift herself, I finally question what she’s doing.
Instead of answering, she grins wickedly at me and places one foot on the side edge of my seat and one on hers, so that she’s straddling the center console as she holds onto the top of the car.
“Raina, this isn’t safe,” I chastise, and my eyes dart over to her legs as she stands so damn close in her delicate black thigh-high socks. Her dress floats behind from the wind, exposing more of her thighs, and I have to shift in my seat. “Sit down.”
“No!” She giggles, and there’s that damn sound again. It turns my insides, creating a fluttering sensation deep in my stomach. “Go faster.”
Taking in my surroundings, there’s no one on the road, so against my better judgment, I oblige. With one hand on the wheel, I press my foot harder on the accelerator. The speedometer climbs, and she lets out a giddy scream.
Lifting her hands from the car, she outstretches her arms and tips her head back. I can’t see if her eyes are closed, but I imagine they are. Using my free hand, I grip the back of Raina’s calf to keep her steady, but quickly find it was a big mistake to touch her.
Against all odds, my cock hardens more, and I have to shift in my seat to try and relieve some pressure without actually moving either of my hands. As a result, I grip her calf harder, practically using her leg as leverage against my own selfish need to touch her.
She laughs again, and it’s music to my ears, but for some reason, also my downfall.
My thoughts become jumbled with her so close.
The uncontrollable need to sink my fingers into her pussy and bring her to ruin consumes me. She’s like touching heaven, and now that I’ve had my own divine experience, I long to explore it more.
