“I’m crazy about you, Roxy. I’m crazy about every single inch of you. I’m dying to explore it all. Every glimpse feels like a gift. I’m devoted to you. I’m hopeless. You’ve made me this way.”
“Sanders.”
He lowered again and my hands gripped his head as he worked. Ever the gentleman. Licking and sucking as a finger slid in and curved just enough to have me arching up again.
My hands gripped tighter, he groaned a pleased sound and worked with more intention. I felt sexy and in control even though I was the naked one writhing against the mouth of this man. I couldn’t sit still as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. My body tried to crawl back, the sensations were too much. He matched me inch for inch until he was kneeling between the seats.
As the orgasm took over, my arms flung out, and I rode the wave grinding on his face as he slowed and eventually withdrew.
Sanders sat up, licked his lips, and grinned at me. It was the cockiest of all his cocky grins. “Good?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes before grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.
“Sanders, let’s go back to my place,” I said, holding his gaze.
His smile waned a little. “We don’t have to. This was enough for me—”
“Sanders, I don’t want to wait anymore. We’ve wasted enough time. Take me home.”
He swallowed. “Okay.”
I grabbed the extra shirt and workout pants from the gym bag and slid into them, sans underwear. As I climbed into the front seat, his hand smoothed over my bottom. A second later I felt a gentle bite on the meatiest part.
I squealed and fell forward.
“Sorry. I could only take so much,” he said.
“Feel better?” I called over my shoulder.
“A little.”
When he’d climbed to the front seat, I asked, “Ready?”
He swallowed and nodded. “You have no idea.”
Chapter 23
Sanders
Roxy drove us back to her apartment in what might be the longest car ride in the history of humankind. I wanted her. I was so tense it felt palpable in the air. I didn’t want to be a regret to her. I didn’t want her to hate me later. I wanted … everything from her.
Then her hand crossed over the shifter to reach for mine. I grabbed it immediately and squeezed, rubbing my thumb over the back of hers.
“Sanders?” she asked as she put the car into park. “Is there something on your mind?”
“A thousand things,” I answered honestly.
I wasn’t the one to overthink. I was the one to jump in and run and run until I couldn’t catch my breath. I didn’t want to be like that anymore. I wouldn’t screw this up.
“Do you want to come up still?” she asked.
“More than anything,” I said. She turned to face me. “I just don’t want to be a regret. I would rather have only a taste of you and nothing more for the rest of my life than have you look at me with regret.”
“I want this. I trust you,” she said simply. “And finally I trust myself to know what I want.”
I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, anchoring her to me with a hand behind her head, so afraid to let go.
When we pulled apart a few minutes later, she blinked up at me with heavy eyes.
