“Twenty-one.”
Once again he shakes his head, then throws his food in the bag. “So young.”
“I’m an adult.”
“A very young one.”
“And how old are you? You act like you’re fifty or something.”
He looks at me and says, “Thirty-five.”
Elijah watches me, waiting for me to have a visible reaction, but I don’t. I guessed he was in his thirties.
“That’s fourteen years,” he states.
“I know I’m shitty at math, but I’m not that shitty.”
He ignores my barb. “Like I said before, you don’t deserve to be hidden.”
“Like I said before, I don’t care.”
“You say that now.”
I let out a growl. “Ugh. You’re annoying!”
“I’m annoying?” he asks, like he’s never heard that word before.
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m annoying for not wanting you to have to hide your relationship or whatever this would be from your friends and family?”
“I only have a sister and a few friends. I wouldn’t be hiding it from a lot of people,” I retort.
He goes quiet, his body still. I glance over and see him looking at me with some sort of pity.
“What happened to your parents?” he asks.
“They died.”
He sucks in a breath. “My parents died too.”
I don’t want to tell him I know because I did a little online sleuthing, so I just nod and say, “I was thirteen.”
“I’m sorry, Nova.”
“Me too. For you.”
We stay silent for several seconds, our food forgotten. He sighs then turns and looks at me. “I wish things were different.”
I chew on my lip and look up at him with hooded eyes. “If they were, what would happen?”
He groans. “Oh, Nova. You have no idea.”
21
Her chest rises with a deep breath. “Tell me.”
Nova’s dress has ridden up high on her thighs, showing off her flawless golden-brown skin, and I think about what’s hiding between those luscious thighs.
It’s a risky game even talking about what I want to do, but it’s not doing it. That’s what I tell myself.
“I’d want to take my time with you, unlike last time. I would taste every inch of your body—those thighs, your hips, stomach, breasts, neck.” I eye each spot as I name them, and her breathing becomes ragged. “Then I’d flip you over and work my way back down.”
Her shiver is visible in the darkened car, and her moan audible over the music playing low over the speakers.
I watch as she squeezes her thighs together, closing her eyes briefly. When they flicker open, she stares straight at me and says, “Keep going.” It’s a husky whisper. A demand I want to meet.
“I’d bury my face between your thighs and lap up every drop of your arousal. I’d fuck your tight cunt with my tongue and then gently lick circles around your clit until I brought you to orgasm. And then I’d lick you clean.”
Her eyes widen in surprise at the vulgar language, but the wanton moan she releases lets me know she loves it. My cock comes to life as her hand drops slowly to her thigh and moves under the hem of her dress.
Good God.
Against my better judgement, I keep going. I can’t help myself.
“I’d thrust into you, fucking you hard and deep.”
“Oh, God,” she moans, tossing her head back as her hand begins moving between her legs. I can’t see much, but what I can see is driving me crazy. She’s so confident and unafraid. I’ve never been with a woman who was able to touch herself in front of me. And here’s Nova, seeking an orgasm through my words alone.
Knowing what’ll help her get there, I change it up. “I’d take you to my desk.”
Another moan as her hand moves faster. “Yes.”
“I’d bend you over the side—”
“Oh, fuck,” she groans, cutting me off. “Yes, Elijah.”
I rub my hand over the front of my pants, wanting nothing more than to free my cock and stroke it to release, but I don’t.
“You like that idea? You want me to fuck you on my desk?”
She nods. “Yes, anywhere. Everywhere.”
“Fuck, Nova,” I groan, shifting in my seat, my erection becoming uncomfortable.
“God, Elijah. Ahh,” she moans, and it’s the sexiest fucking noise to ever be made. “I’m so wet.”
She spreads her legs a little wider, her dress coming up higher. Her fingers are shoved underneath a patch of white lace, and I can hear how wet she is with her movements. God, I’m torturing myself, but I love it too much to stop.
“Think about me being inside of you when you come. Imagine my cock moving in and out of your slick cunt.”
“Oh shit.” Her fingers rub harder and faster circles over her clit as she squeezes her eyes closed. And then she comes with my name on her lips. “Elijah!”
My body’s on fire, heat racing up my spine and spreading across my chest and into my stomach. My heart races in my chest as I continue to enjoy the spectacular view before me.
Nova takes a few seconds to catch her breath, then slowly eases her hand out from beneath her dress. Her eyes find mine, suddenly shy, maybe embarrassed now that the moment is over.
I reach out and grab her wrist, then lean over the console and take her two fingers into my mouth.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers at the same time I let out a low groan.
“Mmm.”
* * *
That night, as I’m crawling under my covers, I tell myself I didn’t do anything too wrong. Maybe sucking her fingers into my mouth was a little over the line, but I didn’t touch, kiss, or lick anything else. And I deserve a fucking medal for it.
I took her back to her car and we didn’t discuss what happened. She thanked me for the food and the ride, hesitated before leaving, but eventually stepped out and got into her car.
Of course I didn’t want the night to end like that. If I’d had my way, I would’ve had her in bed even now, doing a multitude of dirty things to her.
Instead, I came home, jumped in
