Connected (Connections, #1)(58)
Looking through the songs on my playlist, and knowing there is not a single one he won’t know, I decide to just have some fun. Turning up the volume, I let Adelitas Way blare through the car, knowing full well there is no intro or musical chorus. Dirty Little Thing starts to play, and I let the first two lines flow before looking at his grinning face. On the third line of the lyrics, I don’t turn the music off, but rather start singing along. Reaching over to his leg, I run my hand up the inside of his thigh as I continue singing about how I like it when he looks at me and before I finish the first chorus, he joins in and we both sing about not being able to say no.
By the third chorus, the song is still thumping but we aren’t playing Name That Tune anymore. Reaching over, I take his sunglasses off so I can see his eyes. He immediately places his hand back on my leg. This time his fingers dart quickly to the bare spot between my hose and my garter belt. My body starts to ache with need from deep within my core. His touch does this to me every time.
Placing my hand on top of his, I give it a little squeeze and in a voice somewhere between playful and seductive, I quip, “You won, you know.”
With a full-blown blinding smile that makes my heart skip a beat and my lips tingle, he cocks his head and glances over at me. “I know,” he snickers.
As he picks up my hand and brings it to his mouth, he kisses each of my knuckles while asking, “What do I win?”
Smiling widely, I remove my hand from his mouth, place it back on his thigh, and lean over the center console to suck on the sweet spot behind his ear before answering him. “Anything you want.”
I stay close to him, inhaling his fresh scent, rubbing my nose along his unshaven jaw. Funny, I never liked it when Ben didn’t shave, but I love the feel of River’s slight stubble against my soft skin.
As I lean back, I notice him dragging his tongue over his lower lip. I let out a deep moan and sigh.
Cocking his head, his lips form a slow sexy smile as he raises his eyebrows. “Anything?”
“Anything,” I promise.
Laughing huskily, he glances down at my hand on his lap and raises his eyebrows.
I raise one eyebrow in return. “Really?” I ask, but not really questioning what I know he wants as his prize.
“You wouldn’t,” he says looking down at my hand again as I begin to slide my palm up his leg to the button on his jeans, slipping my fingertips inside his waistband.
His breathing picks up and he groans when he feels my touch. “Dahlia, I’m only kidding.”
I glance at him from under my lashes. Leaning forward, I whisper in his ear, “You might want to pull off the road as soon as you can.”
His gaze falls to his lap again as I successfully unbutton his jeans and begin pulling down his zipper. “Dahlia, really I wasn’t serious.”
“River you don’t know me well enough yet. I never back away from a challenge or from paying up.”
Leaning his head back, he seems to be thinking about something. “We’ll be home in less than thirty minutes,” he manages under heavy breaths.
Continuing to unzip his jeans, I am now kissing his neck, his jawline, and the outer edge of his ear. “Your choice.”
Questioningly, almost unable to speak, he mutters, “My choice what?”
“You won. You told me what you want. I’m not backing down. So pull over.”
Noticing his tight grip on the wheel and the look in his eyes, I know he wants this, but doesn’t want to admit it.
“Dahlia?” he questions.
I finish unzipping his pants and tug at the opening of his boxers, freeing his erection before I teasingly say, “Pull over. I’m not asking you to get off the road because I need to use the bathroom.”
I begin to sketch the outline of his ear with my tongue before biting on his earlobe. Then I come out with, “On the road, or off the road? That is your choice! But the when is now.” I am physically and verbally making my intentions known, making him unmistakably aware that this is going to take place sooner, not later. I am not waiting until we get to his house.
“Fuc . . . he starts to say, obviously opting for my suggestion as he quickly moves from the innermost left lane to outermost right lane, exiting the highway at the first available opportunity.
Before beginning my descent, I glance up at him. His eyes are slightly hooded, his back is pushed against the seat, and his eyes are overflowing with desire. Surprising myself again with what I am about to do, what I never liked to do before, I can only grin. However, deciding that his state of mind right now might hinder his driving, I opt to wait for him to safely park the car before finding my way down to his lap.
I don’t waiver my seduction in the slightest though. I reach back and unbuckle my seat belt as River pulls into an underground garage to an office building, obviously closed on Sundays. As he pulls into a parking space in the center of the lot, he unbuckles his seat belt, pushes his seat back, and grabs for my face.
“Shit, what are you doing to me?” he pants.
Before letting him kiss me, I taunt, “Nothing yet,” but I know he’s not really referring to what I am doing to him at this moment. I know this because I often want to ask the same thing of him. He has undone me so completely, and I think he feels the same way about me.
Capturing my mouth, he passionately kisses me until I am breathless, but I am not waivered. Moving away from his soft lips, I start to trail open-mouthed kisses down his neck, over the outside of his t-shirt down his hard, taut chest. Stopping to lift his t-shirt, I find his soft skin and continue with my kisses over his finely chiseled abdominal muscles, down his deep V, finally reaching my destination.