Ginger's Heart (A Modern Fairytale, #3)(125)

She’d been sitting on his lap with her back against the driver’s door and her feet on the passenger seat, but now she turned into him, pressing her breasts against his chest as her hands slid up the front of his shirt and flanked his throat, pulling him closer.

Ginger, Ginger, Ginger . . . I love you. God, I love you so much.

He tilted her head back and leaned forward, running his lips along her jaw to her throat. Pausing over her raging pulse, he listened to the rapid in and out of her breathing, the tiny whimper that told him she liked what he was doing, the way she arched into him and leaned her neck back farther, straining the muscles of her throat so he could kiss the smooth planes.

“Princess,” he murmured against her skin, a plea, and she guided his head still lower. He pushed the elastic hem of her blouse down, kissing along the edge of her black bra as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Cain,” she moaned. “Cain . . .”

“Fuuuck, I want you, Gin,” he groaned, skimming his lips back up to claim hers again, this time harder, more insistent.

He wanted her naked and panting beneath him. He wanted to drive into her soft cunt with his rock-hard cock and watch her eyes roll back in her head while her nails drew blood from his back. She met his hunger with her own, clutching at his face as he pulled her closer. Except he couldn’t get her close enough. He couldn’t feel her flush against his body, couldn’t feel her soft places cradling his hardness, couldn’t feel the soft warmth of her skin pressed against him, and it wasn’t enough. Not by a f*cking mile.

“This f*ckin’ car!” he burst out, leaning away from her and staring into her surprised eyes, which popped open when he barked in frustration.

Suddenly her whole face split into a smile, and she licked her slick, swollen lips as she stared at him, caressing his throat as she gently slid her hands back down.

“You just kissed me. Again.”

“Get used to it,” he growled.

She took a deep breath and released it, leaning forward to kiss him again. As she pulled back, she searched his eyes with a wonder he shared.

“I’m goin’ to do that whenever I want to,” she promised.

Her eyes sparkled with happiness, and he couldn’t help smiling back at her, even though his heart ached with love for her and his body was taut and raging with longing.

“You better.”

Easing herself off his lap, she scooted back over to her seat. He reached across her body, grazing the tips of her very erect nipples with the back of his hand, to grab her seat belt and buckle it, smirking with satisfaction when she gasped from the contact.

“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed, shaking his head and feeling slightly sorry for himself. He couldn’t keep his f*cking eyes off her now, and his body was so hard and so hungry, it was almost painful. But they were in a car and needed to get somewhere private before he could take what he was sure she was offering. “I was goin’ to take you to my place and order some takeout. Does that still sound okay?”

Or how about we skip the takeout, get in my bed, and f*ck all weekend?

“Ummm . . .” She did a nod–shrug combination. “Or we can go to my place. I don’t care where we go. I just want to be with you.”

He would have thought that words like that—I just want to be with you—from the princess, from the forbidden girl of his dreams, would make him even needier, even greedier, but it did just the opposite: it soothed the starving beast inside him. She wanted him. The princess wanted him, the little boy who wasn’t allowed at the parties, whose father scrubbed her father’s horse stalls, whose cousin had been the golden boy, who had been the hell-raiser and troublemaker.

She still loved him after all this time, and Cain, who’d lived most of his life f*cking without loving, suddenly understood that he stood at the precipice of making love for the first time in his life, and his heart quaked with the knowledge that whatever was going to happen between him and Ginger would be a first for him, would be a new beginning.

“Cain? My place?”

He grinned at her. “You still have those frozen pizzas fillin’ up your freezer?”

She lowered her lashes and peeked up at him. “And here I thought you might be hungry for somethin’ else.”

He tightened everywhere, his swollen cock pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans and his breathing going all shallow and sharp. Was she offering him sex? Now? Tonight? Already? His heart thudded dangerously. “Gin . . .”

“You know . . .” She winced before shaking her head and grinning at him sheepishly. “I shouldn’t have said that. I mean . . . I want you to come over. S-stay over. I want us to be toge—um, oh, God, I don’t even know if we’re . . .”

“Together? Is that what you were goin’ to say?”

She full on cringed. “Sort of. Yeah.”

“Fuck, Gin, after makin’ out like that? With the thoughts goin’ through my head right now? I f*ckin’ hope we’re together, even if it has to be a goddamned secret for now.”

“But Cain, I’m not ready to . . . I mean, I need some—only a little—time. I’ve only been with . . . um, maybe we could just . . .” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and his eyes darted to it greedily. “. . . fool around tonight?”

“Oh.” His eyes widened with understanding, and he looked up and grinned at her. “Whatever you want, princess.” He chuckled softly because she looked so adorable and he loved her so madly. “How ’bout this? I’ll keep my jeans on.”