Page 18 of Knotting Autumn

“Let’s take it to go,” I suggested.

No hesitation.

“Hell yes.”

Thorne signaled our waitress and handed her a stack of twenties. She returned a moment later with two boxes in a bag. Before I could reach for them, Thorne looped his fingers through the handles.

His other hand pressed to the small of my back as we exited the restaurant. It might have looked like a gentlemanly gesture, something a sweet boyfriend would do, but that single touch had me on fire.

As we stepped onto the street, his fingers slipped between my pants and shirt, stretching over my bare skin like he was desperate to touch more of me. The last of my cognitive function went up in a blaze.

At his SUV, I spun, grabbing his shirt and yanking him to me. His hand stayed under my shirt, now gripping my waist, his thumb stroking up and down over my ribs. He dropped the bag of food to the ground with a soft thud so his other hand could cup my neck and slide into my hair. The firm tug of fingers at the nape of my neck had me moaning as our mouths crashed together.

Our dream kiss had started softly and grown more passionate, but this real kiss started at a full-out frenzy. His lips pressed to mine, the slide of them as he devoured me coaxing a second moan. As my mouth opened, he slipped his tongue in, tasting me.

Our bodies pressed together, hands roaming, squeezing, massaging. I needed this man naked, right now. Moving to hisbelt, I shoved his shirt up, running my fingers over a muscled torso that flexed under my touch.

He broke our kiss, gasping.

“We are in public, Vixen.”

“I don’t care,” I growled, moving to kiss his neck. His skin vibrated under my lips as he groaned.

“I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this,” he said, pulling back. “And I intend to take my time with you.”

Anticipation prickled over my skin, my body singing at his touch and his dominant words.

“So get in the car, love.”

He opened the door, and I slid inside, swaying slightly in my seat as he circled the truck and climbed into the driver’s seat. As soon as he confirmed my seatbelt was buckled, he pulled onto the road.

Streetlights zipped past, and I didn’t even have the presence of mind to ask him where the hell we were going. As long as we had enough privacy and he was willing to fuck me senseless, I didn’t give a shit.

The engine thrummed as he pressed the gas pedal and we accelerated. Energy sparked under my skin, and I couldn’t just sit there squirming in my seat.

Thorne’s profile was outlined in the glow of passing lights. He had a straight, Greek nose, lucious, full lips, and thick lashes under his heavy brows. Working corporate security seemed like a waste of such a sculpted face.

My fingers danced along the top of his thigh, and he leaned his head back against the headrest, his eyes narrowing on the road.

“Autumn,” he warned.

“Thorne,” I purred. Slowly, my hand skimmed up to his waist, and down to brush over the noticeable length in his jeans.Through the thick fabric, I could feel the outline of him. “You got a steel rod in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?”

My touch grew firmer, and he let out a noise between a whine and a growl. The car jerked. I grabbed his thigh, the shock of it breaking through my lusty haze. Thorne slammed on the brakes and threw us into Park.

“It’s private enough,” he growled. “The back windows are tinted. Get your ass back there.”

Chapter 8

Fuck Around & Find Out

Shivering in excitement, I fumbled to unbuckle myself. Thorne gripped my hips and helped me climb over the center console. My heart was racing and all the hair along my arms stood on end. The thrill of doing something forbidden, something stupid and foolish, sent adrenaline pumping through me.

I stretched my legs out along the bench seat, my back in the corner and my arm braced against the window. The glass was cool against my skin.

Thorne followed me back, barely managing to fit his bulk between the front seats. He settled on his knees, hunched between my legs, his big hands starting at my calves and rubbing upward, over my knees and my thighs.

“You are so fucking gorgeous. I couldn’t stay away,” he said.