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I reach out to tap his nose. “You could have told me no on the biscuits. I would have understood.”
His eyes hold mine, the hazel depths reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. “I didn’t want to tell you no. What I really wanted was to tell everyone else to fuck off and come hold you.”
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Immediately, I unbuckle my seatbelt and attempt to climb over the console in the middle of his front seat. My booted foot gets stuck trying to slide in the gap between the steering wheel and his door. Kel curses as my elbow comes dangerously close to his nose in my attempts to get free. As my right knee lands on the edge of his seat, I realize my left leg is still caught over the center console and I don’t have enough leverage to move it.
Kel’s raised eyebrow at my antics turns into laughter. “Are you…” He has to stop to pull himself together. “Are you stuck?”
I drape myself against his chest, my arms slipping behind his back. “Possibly. I’m not as flexible as I used to be.” My crotch is spread across his lap in a decidedly unsexy way, yet the contact is turning my insides to fire. “Help,” I add, before burying my face in the crook of Kel’s neck.
I’m not sure what kind of help I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t the way he glides his hand down my inner thigh to the inside of my knee. My pussy wakes up with a little meow that escapes me as a gasp, my lips brushing the side of his neck. Kel groans softly, lifting my leg gently over the console to tuck my knee beside him. Now that I’m straddling his hips, I can feel the evidence that I’m not the only one being affected by the intimate position.
“Maggie.” Kel breathes my name, one hand stroking up and down my spine. He shifts his hips and I can’t help moaning at the contact. “Are you trying to kill me, Sprinkles?”
His hand slides to the nape of my neck, gripping me gently. His fingers tangle in the hair at the base of my neck as he turns his face toward me, kissing beneath my ear and along my jaw. “We really need to get on the road,” he murmurs into my skin, his lips sending goosebumps down my spine.
“In a minute.” I want to rub myself against him, but I don’t, my thighs burning from holding myself up to avoid the temptation. I let go of his back and brace my hands against his seat, aware that my impulsiveness has lit a match I’m not sure I have the strength to put out. “You said you wanted to hold me. So, hold me.”
Kel’s hand tightens in my hair, pulling me back before he reaches up to kiss my mouth. Unlike before, now Kel kisses me with his whole body. His tongue dances with mine as his free arm wraps behind me to haul me tight to his chest. I’m trapped in his arms with no desire to escape. “Sprinkles, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He sits up so we’re pressed even closer together, my knees hugging his hips in the tight space. I don’t care that the center console is digging into my shin, everything about my boot is uncomfortable, or that the steering wheel is painfully hard against my ass. “Fuck, yes,” I whisper as he starts kissing along my neck.
Kel bends me back, his lips tasting my collarbones and dipping toward my breasts. It feels so perfect that I throw my head back to allow him more room. Instead of the ecstasy I was expecting, there’s a sharp blow to the back of my head accompanied by the engine roaring and a long blast of the car’s horn.
“Shit, shit. Fuck. Are you okay?” Sexy Kel is gone and Concerned Kel is back.
I rub the back of my head, letting the stars subside from my eyes and my senses calm before I answer. “I’m okay. I’m pretty sure.”
Kel pinches my chin between his fingers as he peers into my eyes, checking for something. I take stock of my body as he does, and find that it’s only my head and my pride that are injured.
A knock at the window startles us both. I look to see Ophelia at the window, eyebrows up to her hairline. Kel fumbles the window control before managing to roll it down.
“Uh. You guys okay?” My cheeks go bright red at the expression on Ophelia’s face. “I heard the horn and the engine and thought maybe you were having engine trouble, but I see that’s…uh…not the case.”
Kel groans and I cover my face with my hands. “We’re fine, Ophie. Just, uh…”
“You know we have neighbors, right?” Ophie waves her hand around the complex.
I pop open Kel’s door and slither out, Ophie and Kel both catching me before I end up on the ground. “One second.” I glare at Kel until he takes his hands off the steering wheel, then close the door behind me. I cross in front of the SUV, knowing Ophie will follow. “We’re fine. He had a rough day and I was just, uh, checking in.”
My sister glances in the window at Kel’s stoney face. “Are you sure you want to drive two hours to Seattle with him? You barely know him. What if he’s a serial killer?” She crosses her arms. “You could have just dry humped the next Zodiac Killer.”
“I’m not the Zodiac Killer.” Kel deadpans from inside the car.
“I did not dry hump him,” I whisper yell, smacking my sister on the arm.
Ophie raises an eyebrow and stays silent while my cheeks burn and my kitty complains that I’m right, we didn’t get to dry hump the very sexy, very hot, and very turned on man who’s waiting for us to finish what we started and how mean I am for making her wait.
“Whatever. I’ll text you when we’re on our way back.” I climb back into the passenger seat and buckle my seatbelt, not making eye contact with Kel or Ophelia.
“Bye! Have fun and be safe,” Ophie calls as Kel puts the SUV in reverse. I keep my hands in my lap as he pulls out of the complex and onto the street, the silence in the car deafening.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Kel finally asks.
When I don’t answer, he reaches across to take my hand in his. Our fingers twine and he absently rubs a thumb across the back of my hand. “Sprinkles? Is your head okay?”
I blow out a breath, fighting to speak past the embarrassment in my chest. “My head is fine. I just can’t believe I did that.”
Kel squeezes my hand and I look over, the stubble on his cheeks catching the setting sun. The angle of the light highlights his cheekbones and the aristocratic line of his nose. For the first time, I see the dark circles under his eyes and the fine lines of worry on his forehead. “Sorry for making you late.”
