AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He tore his mouth from hers, and her laughter pushed some of the cobwebs out of his head. The disgustedtskfrom a woman old enough to be his grandmother made him blush. He set her down and bent for their bag. “You make me forget myself.”
“I think you should forget yourself more.” She walked ahead. “I like this Shane,” she said over her shoulder.
He took off after her, and she skipped into a run. His legs were a hell of a lot longer, and he hoisted her up under his arm. She kicked out at the air. Her laughter filled the parking lot, and people turned to them with smiles.
“Shane. No, put me down.” Her laughter released his own, and he put her down next to the truck, caging her in. Her curls fluffed around her shoulders as her ponytail sagged. He slipped the tie out, and she rolled her eyes. He didn’t care what she wanted right then. He dipped his fingers into her hair and tipped her head up. In the semisecluded part of the parking lot he took his time kissing her until he heard that soft quake in her throat. He nipped her chin and chased the sound, trailing his lips down her neck until he reached her clavicle.
She wound herself around him, up off the ground, hanging on to him as he pushed her into the door. He ground his hips into the V of her legs. “You drive me insane.”
She slid her hand up the back of his head, holding on tight, resting her forearms on his shoulders. He attacked her neck again. Anything to keep the scent and taste of her surrounding him. Her thighs flexed at his waist, his name a chant between kisses. He tore his mouth away and sank his teeth into the smooth skin between her shoulder and neck. The thin-strap tank top hugged her chest and torso like a second skin. No bra.
He groaned.
She was a tiny thing with little palm-sized breasts. She fit him better than any other woman had in his life. But he didn’t want to take her against the side of his truck. He wanted to stretch out with her and lose himself in her scent and softness for hours.
“Dammit.”
The pads of her fingers dug into the top of his head. “What?”
“Look around.”
She peered at the small parking lot, her dark eyes finally clearing. “Not exactly the right place for this.”
“No.”
“So let’s go find a secluded spot and steam up the windows.”
He nibbled on her earlobe. “We need to get some miles under our belts.”
She flipped open the top button of his jeans. “Not the belt I’m worried about.”
He grabbed her hand and gently lowered her to her feet. “You have no idea how much I want to do just that. Part of me wants to move enough clothes so that I can get inside you.” Her eyes widened, the doe color obliterated by her pupils. “I laid next to you all night and couldn’t stop thinking about wrapping your fingers around the slats of that headboard and driving into you until the walls came down. Until whatever deity wanted to be offended tapped me on the shoulder and told me to stop. And I wouldn’t have stopped.”
The pulse in her neck fluttered madly.
“I wanted to dent the damn mattress, and still it wouldn’t have been enough.”
Her chest heaved, and she sawed through her lower lip. “Where can we find another place that’s got that headboard?”
He laughed. “Christ, you make it hard to be smart.”
“I don’t want you smart. I want you to let go and smile. I want you to drive into me like that until neither of us can stand. I want it so much it scares me.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “You scare me even more, Kendall. I had a plan.Havea plan. Not had a plan. Fuck. We both know that New York is the endgame.”
“Don’t think about New York. Just let it be about us. No promises, no tomorrows, nothing but this.” She laid her hand against his chest, her palm digging the cross of his rosary into his skin. “Just us for as long as it takes.”
He nodded and caught her mouth in a harsh kiss. He’d been planning for as long as he could remember. Day-to-day wasn’t his way. But for her he’d try. For a chance to hold on to this a little bit longer, he would.
He bit her lower lip until it went a deep berry red. And when her lips were swollen and full, he kissed her harder. Then he pulled away and laced his fingers behind his neck. “Get in.”
Without a word, she opened the door and climbed in. He cracked his fist into the front corner panel of the truck, and the pain cleared his head. Driving was what mattered now. He’d have her tonight. And they would be a little closer to New York, even if he was wondering if New York still held all the answers he was looking for.
* * *
Kendall woke with a growling belly. Damien Rice’s soothing voice filled the cab of the truck, and sunlight streamed over her shoulder.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
