Page 43 of Feel It in the Air

We reach the car, and the fire within me takes over. Grabbing Margeaux’s hips, I push her against the door, caging her in. Flames flash in her eyes, her fingers grazing along my stomach. A shiver rips through me from her gentle touch, my dick surging. Leaning in farther, I nip at her jawline, then kiss her thoroughly, making sure she knows she got to me.

“What do you say to getting lost?”

“Getting lost?” Her eyebrow lifts, curiosity clearly piqued.

“Yup. You, me, the ’cuda. Just ridin’ these roads til…I dunno. We’ll figure it out. I just know that I don’t want this night to end, and you’re the only one I want to spend it with.”

Wrapping her fingers in my shirt, Margeaux tugs me closer, until we’re all but touching. Her breath tickles my skin, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because somehow, even this close, she’s still too far away.

“I think that sounds perfect.”

“Good.” I kiss her again. This time softer, more drawn out. Like I have all night. Which apparently, I do. “And next weekend I want you to come with me to Savannah.”

“Savannah?”

“Yeah. There’s a personal safety expo I promised Jace I’d help with. Come with me.”

“Is that allowed?”

Her question hangs like a bobber in the water, waiting for that tug. I tighten my grip on her, more sure of my answer than I’ve ever been of anything else. Ever.

“I don’t care. I want you there.”

“Then I wouldn’t miss it.”