I couldn’t help the half smile that curved my lips. She was so beautiful with her lips well kissed and her breath coming faster than it normally should all because of me. “No, love,” I assured her. “I just thought maybe my car was not the best place for what we were doing.”
“Oh,” she said with a little surprise in her voice. Then she looked around and blushed. Bella was poised somewhere in between straddling the center console of my Volvo and sitting in my lap. This, was new.
With amazing speed and a little of Bella’s tale tell clumsiness, she found her own seat again. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
I reached out and felt the heat of her blush through my palm as I traced it down her cheek. “No need to apologize. I was rather enjoying myself.”
Bella looked up at me as her teeth encompassed her lower lip. Then she glanced down at my lap. A small growl escaped me, knowing what she was looking for and what she’d find. Her head turned and her lips grazed the cold hand still resting at her face. The feel of teeth lightly scrapping against my marble skin registered, followed by the softness of her tongue.
I stopped breathing. My muscles locked into place as I fought the urges flowing through me at that exact moment, urges that would end in a much more primal way that I wanted for Bella. “You need to go inside,” I said with the air I had left.
And then she smirked at me, opened her door, and said, “Don’t be late.”
I remained unmovable until she crossed the threshold of her home. That woman would be the death of me.