“Ouch.” I wince.
“Yeah.” I sense her shrug beside me.
“Sometimes there isn’t anything going on in our heads, though. Like we’re thinking about whether we’re going to get the hard shell taco basket with wedge potatoes and extra ranch dipping sauce or whether we’re getting the chicken basket with sweet and spicy sauce.”
“Then that’s what you should say.”
“Fair enough. So is that the dilemma that made you stop laughing suddenly or is it something else? Because we can get both. That’s usually how I solve my problems.”
“Getting both?”
Is that a trick question? I feel like I’m about to step in some quicksand. “When it comes to food, for sure.”
“How about women?”
“I’m a one-woman man, and that’s you.”
A sigh ensues. I fucking hate that I’m driving and can’t see her or touch her. I don’t know half of what’s going on with my eyes on the road. I swing to the shoulder and brake.
“What’s wrong?” she squeaks.
“I can’t see your face.” I unclip the seatbelt and lift Pepper onto my lap. I’m going to have to buy a truck with a bench seat.
“Why do you need to see my face?” She claps her hands against her cheeks.
“I want to see your face all the time.” I peel her hands away and press them against my chest. “Here’s what’s happening in my head right now. I saw you and thought you were the prettiest thing that was ever made, even prettier that the flowers in my mama’s garden. I went inside your apartment and saw how fucking talented you were. Then I talked with you and found out you had a damn big heart. Individually, these traits put you above 99 percent of the population, but together, you’re top tier. I like to think of myself as a man of action, so I kidnapped you—“
“Ha! You admit it!” she interrupts.
“Yeah, so?”
This response causes her to fall silent. I take advantage and press on. “I kidnapped you but once I had you at my house, I realized that I can’t keep you imprisoned. I mean, I would, but the law frowns on that shit. Also, it’s only been two days, so I figure that I need to give you a little space, which I didn’t realize you would interpret as me not wanting you. Honey, if I wanted you more, I think my dick would burst.”
I push my hips up, and her eyes widen as her ass comes in direct contact with my giant boner. “Precisely. I’m hard now, and basically the only time I’m not hard around you is when I have to relieve myself, but otherwise, I’m a walking erection. It’s damn uncomfortable, but that’s okay because I want you to know that I can control myself. If you’re not feeling it, I can go without. I’m not an animal that needs to fuck every five seconds and will take on any willing hole like your dad or Chad. The only pussy I want is yours.”
I dig my hand into her hair. “That’s a lot for you to absorb, so what we’re going to do is drive home, have some dinner, maybe watch a movie, and when you’re ready, you tell me and I’ll fuck your brains out. Deal?”
She nods silently.
“Great. Before I put this truck into drive, though, I’m gonna need some of your sweetness, so lay your kissable lips on mine.”
Pepper’s pretty mouth curves into a smile and, well, I’m a greedy bastard so I don’t wait for her head to descend. I rise up to meet her. I part her lips with my tongue and sweep inside to taste her. She’s sweet, like I said, and spicy. I can’t wait to get my head between her legs. I know she’s going to taste like wild honey—tart and tangy candy.
In fact, I think I need a little preview. I slide my hand inside of her pants, push her panties aside, and rub against her cunt. She gasps and shudders at the contact. My fingers bracket her opening, rubbing lightly but firmly. She matches my rhythm, moving her hips and stroking my tongue in time with an internal beat only the two of us can hear. Her cunt turns from damp to slippery, and her breaths shorten. My own body tenses up as her ass rubs against my jean-covered dick with every advance. If I don’t stop soon, it’ll be too late.
Reluctantly, I pull out. She makes a sound of protest. I rub my hand over her back. “Shhh. I got you. I’ll take care of you soon.”
My fingers come away sticky. I lift my hand to my mouth and as she watches, I lick each finger clean.
Chapter 13 Pepper
“If you keep feeding me like this I’m never going to leave.” I bring another bite of pasta to my mouth. I’m already full but I can’t get myself to stop.