Page 91 of Made Better Together

I get it. I’m still worked up myself, still half hard even fifteen minutes after her body was last pressed against me.

Her lingering need is even more noticeable when I stop at a red light, and she lets out a little moan of frustration.

We’re new, though. I don’t know how to bridge the topic, so I try to work up to it.

“I can’t believe it’s been so many months since the Fourth at Bree’s park.”

She smiles. “It was a good night.”

I sigh. “Memorable.” I’ve only replayed in my mind about ten thousand times.

She breathes out, wiggling slightly again.

“Eden…” Oh fuck it, I’m just going to ask. “Are you feeling…needy?”

Her eyes go wide. She takes a moment to answer before nodding her head yes. I catch hunger in her expression.

Fuck, these ten minutes we have left on the drive have got to speed up. How can I get her off while on the road?

An idea strikes.

“Show me.”

Her pupils dilate at the instruction, but she doesn’t move. Did I push too far?

But then, right as the light turns green, her hands move to the skirt of her dress, her tits pressing against her top as she leans down. Inch by inch, she raises the skirt up to her hips.

I suck in air when her blue lace panties come into view, a wet spot visible.

Hard-on back in full force.

“Oh fuck, you’re…” My voice trails off as I glimpse up at the flush of her face. She’s getting more turned on by my perusal. “Tell me what you’re thinking…”

“I wish we were already at your place.” Her voice is a whisper.

I huff out a breath, making my erection press against my pant seam. “Same. Ten more minutes.”

She groans faintly at that news. That sound, and the fact she’s kept the dress firmly bunched around her waist, are unquestionably the reasons I’m emboldened enough to say the next four words.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Her eyes widen. “Touch myself?”

“No need for you to wait ten minutes. And I want to remind myself of what you like.” Granted, I have the memory of our night fifteen months ago burned in my brain. “If you’re comfortable…”

A small smile rises on her face. “I am, with you. For some reason.”

I bookmark that statement to revisit later.

“Do you want…should I take my panties off?”

Holy fuck. “Yes, remove them and hand them to me.”

I don’t know if she’s as surprised as I am at how natural this feels between us. I swallow as she slides them off and gives the blue scrap of fabric to me.

Her face is bright pink. “As you requested.”

I rub the wet lace in my palm for a minute before setting it down in a cup holder. Annoyingly, I still have to drive, and the GPS reminds me of the next turn. Once I have, I peek over at Eden.