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Her chest rises and falls quickly against mine as I devour her sweet mouth, nipping and biting at her lips as I do. I grind my hips into her, eliciting another delicious moan from her swollen lips. I slide the palm of my hand up the column of her throat before gripping her jaw possessively, careful not to leave any marks. When I do that, I want to be the only one capable of seeing them.
Keaton slides one of her legs up the outside of my thigh and I reach down with my free hand to hook her behind the knee, hitching her leg a little higher as I roll my hips into her again.
I pull my lips away, but just barely as I look into her eyes and let her see just how badly I want to take her, right here and right now.
“We better get in that car and get out of here before we get popped for public indecency,” I grate out, lust still thickening my voice.
She nods in agreement, and I swoop in for one final soft kiss against her perfect lips before walking around the car and opening her door for her.
If I were any less decent of a man, I would turn around and head right back to that hotel room and pull as many more of those moans from her body as physically possible. But I’m a selfish bastard, and the first time I take Keaton, I want it to be in my bed, where her scent will linger long into the next day.
I reach into my jeans and adjust myself before rounding the car and slipping inside.
This is going to be one long hell of a drive.
Chapter 28
The drive home was tense. Not in a bad way, exactly. It’s just that the sexual tension building between Bodhi and me was so palpable that I almost couldn’t breathe. Thankfully, I’m not claustrophobic, because being with him in the confines of that compact car was absolute torture.
He held my hand most of the time, and other times he would rest his hand on my thigh, rubbing small soothing circles with his thumb. On occasions his fingers would trail higher up my leg, and I could feel the warm tendrils of arousal building deep in my core.
When we stopped for gas halfway through the trip, I told Bodhi that I would take over and drive the rest of the way since he’d already driven so much that day.
He walked me around to the driver’s side with the intention of opening my door for me, but instead I got pressed up against it, the cool metal chilling my backside as he held me in place and devoured my mouth with his own. Only the whistles and catcalls of a passing vehicle had pulled him away, and the possessive growl that rumbled in his throat as he glared at the driver had me squeezing my legs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure building at the apex of my thighs.
He had noticed the movement, as discreet as I was trying to be, and his tongue darted out to skim across his front teeth.
“You better get that ass behind the wheel before I think of different things to do with it,” he warned.
My eyes go wide, and I bite my lip on a whimper. I’ve never been affected by any one of the opposite sex this way, and as much as I try to keep myself in check, there is just something about Bodhi that has managed to sneak past all of my defenses.
He leans in for one more kiss before swatting me on the ass and opening the driver’s door for me.
The rest of the drive back to Bodhi’s house is much more silent. Though his hand still managed to rest snuggly over my thigh. This doesn’t help the dirty thoughts filtering through my mind on replay, but I do my best to ignore them, and the pulsing need building inches away from his wandering hand.
Soft orange hues from the rising sun are just starting to bleed across the sky when I pull into Bodhi’s drive.
I know that if I get out of this car, there will be no turning back, and as much as I want Bodhi in this moment, I know I’m not completely ready to take that step. Still, I don’t stop him when he leans over and takes my head in his hands and kisses me long and slow.
“I’ll call you soon, Princess,” he whispers against my lips.
“Okay,” I say, leaning in for one more peck.
“Drive safe,” he says, backing out of the passenger door, eyes on me the whole time.
“Always,” I smile and wink at him, watching him watch me in the review mirror as I pull away.
I watch the sun rise around me as I make my way back home to Sancte Alto, the town just starting to wake up and get around.
Everything is awash in the early morning blue light as I pull into the driveway and make my way up to the front door. It was still dark enough that the porch light shone like a beacon beside the door, and I smile warmly, happy to be home.
As I approach, though, something catches my eye. Something that shouldn’t be there.
One of Ma’s flowerpots sits at the bottom of the front steps, smashed to pieces.
My heart hammers in my chest, the sound so loud that it washes everything else out around me, completely drowning out the sound of the chirping birds around me.
I paid him.
