“You should know better,” I murmur, leaning in even closer, letting him feel my body pressing up against his, letting him feel the way my nipples harden through the flimsy fabric of my bralette. “When it comes to me, I’ll always shoot first.”
His lips capture mine and he kisses me deeply, his tongue fighting mine for dominance. I melt into him. Tanner and I have never had any issues when it comes to being intimate. It’s our inability to handle situations like adults that brings us down. This right here, we’ve always been compatible.
My body heats and my core clenches, desperation and need slamming through my body as I begin to grind over him. Tanner grows hard beneath me, and I know I should stop before I end up screwing him in the driver’s seat of his Mustang, but to stop would be criminal. He tastes too good, and the promise of what’s to come … shit. It’ll be like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
A soft moan escapes my lips, and Tanner’s fingers dig into my hips, a troubled groan rumbling through his chest as he breaks our kiss. “If you don’t get out of here right this fucking second, I’m going to bend you over my hood and fuck you until you scream, Killer. The whole fucking neighborhood will be watching, wanting what’s mine.”
I grind down against him, my pussy so wet and ready. His hand circles to my back and slips into the back of my pants, squeezing my bare ass so hard that I’m forced to rock my hips over him again. “Fuck, Tanner,” I groan, my head tipping back.
He doesn’t skip an opportunity and presses his lips to the base of my throat, working his tongue over me, making that desperation burn me from the inside out. “We can’t, Killer,” he murmurs between kisses. “Trust me, I want to disrespect you in every fucking way, but you said no. We’re not doing this.”
I shake my head, my heart warming at his need to protect my word. “It’s just you and me here,” I murmur. “Disrespect me, Tanner. I want you to fuck me on the hood until I scream. No one needs to know. It’ll be our dirty little secret.”
Tanner laughs and grabs both of my hands in one of his, holding me back before I get the chance to jump him. “Don’t tempt me,” he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Besides, is it wrong that I’m kinda looking forward to the challenge?”
My eyes widen, understanding dawning. “You think I’ll give in.”
Tanner laughs and motions toward me, using our current state as a perfect example. “I mean, fuck babe. The resistance you’re showing right now is blowing me the fuck away. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to break you.”
Sarcasm laces his tone and I give him a hard stare. “Okay, Mr. Donkey Fucker. You’re on. I’ll stick to my word. No hot, kinky fuckery for you.”
Tanner laughs. “I’m regretting it already.”
“Good,” I mutter, purposefully scooting back on his lap so that his rock-hard cock isn’t pressing against my clit, turning me into his personal cheerleader.
“Come on,” he says, his hands moving over mine until our fingers are laced. “I’ll take you up to your room, and I might even reward you with a kiss goodnight.”
I scoff, my eyes meeting his with silent laughter. “Oh, I see how it is. I’m good enough to kiss, but not good enough to fuck.”
Tanner blanches, his eyes widening for just a moment before quickly realizing I’m screwing with him. “You’re trouble, Brielle Ashford,” he says, reaching for the door and letting the cool night breeze rush into the warm car. “And for what it’s worth, when the time comes, and you’re finally ready to let me back in, I will be making up for lost time, so you better be prepared.”
I laugh as a grin stretches across my lips. “I’ll be sure to bring the lube.”
Tanner winks and it sends a bolt of electricity pulsing right through my body. “And I’ll bring the edible underwear.”
He scoops me up off his lap and, in one easy motion, steps out of the Mustang before placing me down on the driveway. Tanner holds my waist, making sure I have my balance before slipping his hand into mine. Just as promised, he walks me over to my house and goes as far as to personally deliver me to my room.
I stand at my door, leaning against the frame as his warm eyes take me in, his hands lingering on my skin. “Just say the word and I’ll stay.”
My lips press into a hard line and I shake my head. “That’s okay,” I tell him, moving closer into him, unable to resist the comfort of his warmth and strong arms … not to mention that heavenly scent that washes over me every time he’s near. “You were right to tell me to stop. I don’t want to rush into this and then end up moving past all our issues without actually resolving them. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I don’t think it gets better than this. I don’t want to fuck it up because I can’t control this need to jump you.”