She whines in disapproval, and I pull her up to a sitting position, kissing her quickly on the mouth.
“Sorry, sweet. There are people coming.”
Kalli blinks at me, her eyes hooded and dark. She bites her lip, and I can see her considering kissing me again anyway. If she does, I'll go with it. People or not. I can’t resist her. Then her eyes flick off to the side in the direction of the car, and her shoulders slump. She starts to shift off my lap, but not before placing her mouth at my ear. Her hot breath fans against the sensitive shell, and she whispers, “Take me home. Fast. Please. I need you.”
I groan, and my vision actually goes a little dark around the edges when she places a final sucking kiss just below my ear. She crawls over into the other seat, and as soon as she's got the seatbelt clicked in, I've got us in reverse.
“My place or yours?”
“Mine is closer.”
Fuck yes. She lives up by campus, only a couple miles away. But it’s New Year’s and the traffic downtown is out of control. There are so many cars driving around the garage looking for a spot that it takes us five minutes to get out onto the road. I tighten my fists on the wheel, glancing over at her as we get stopped at our second stoplight.
I reach over and grab her hand, pulling it up to my mouth because I need to be touching her. I kiss the back, and one by one nip at her fingers before soothing them with a kiss.
“Wilder,” she whispers, and I smother a groan against her hand.
“We’re not far.”
She shifts restlessly in her seat, squeezing her thighs together.
“God, I wish I were touching you right now,” I breathe.
She smiles dazedly. “You are.”
“No, Sweet. I wish I were really touching you. If I could drive and have my fingers buried inside you at the same time, I would.”
Her whole body tightens in response to my words. Her hand squeezes around mine, her lips purse tightly together, and her legs and her chest draw closer to each other for a moment.
“Please drive faster.”
“You could touch you for me.”
“Wilder.”
I’m really starting to like that exasperated, greedy way she says my name.
“Just until I get you home. You could tell me how it feels.”
She slumps a little lower in her seat and looks up at me from beneath her lashes. Her fingers clench into a fist around the seatbelt. “Do you want me to do that?”
Her voice is breathy. Soft. But I feel it like a hurricane. And I’m immensely proud when I manage to say evenly,“Only if you want to.”
We finally get past the bulk of the downtown traffic at the same time that she lets go of my hand to undo the top button on her jeans. The speed limit is thankfully only thirty miles per hour, so I have an excuse to go slow enough that I can glance over at her every few seconds. I hear the metallic whine of her zipper, and sweat is already beading on my skin. That could have something to do with the fact that the heater is still on full blast, but I can’t wrap my head around the simple act of reaching over and turning it off. The only thing in my head right now is watch Kalli, check the road, check your speed, watch Kalli, turn here, go straight, watch Kalli.
Her jeans prohibit me from actually seeing anything as she slips her hand beneath the fabric, but I can hear her intake of breath as she makes contact with her skin. That alone is enough to make me feel strangled inside my jeans.
“You there, baby?”
She nods shakily.
“Tell me what you feel.”
She bites her lip.
“You know I’m going to have my mouth there soon, so no need to be shy.”
She exhales. “Hot. damp.”
“Damp or wet?”
“Wet. Really wet.”
I nearly miss the turn onto Kalli’s street, and the wheels squeal as I push on the brakes and veer to the left. Kalli grabs onto my forearm with her free hand, her eyes still squeezed shut.
“Almost there,” I say.
“Me too.”
Shit.
I take her hand from my forearm, lifting it up to my mouth to swirl my tongue against her sensitive palm. She moans. “Get there, sweet. Press a little harder.” Her movements quicken, and I slow my speed as we approach her apartment complex. I kiss her pulse point and then drag my teeth against her wrist. She arches her back away from the seat gasping, and I know she’s right there.
“You are so beautiful,” I breathe, turning slowly into her parking lot. “We’re so close. I might die before we get inside your apartment because you are so damn incredible. Come on, Kalli. I love you. Let go for me.”
Her hips roll, lifting up to meet her touch, her movements frantic now, and then she goes completely still, her legs drawing up and together, her back arched. The only thing moving is her mouth as she struggles to breathe through her orgasm. She settles back into the seat, eyes still closed as I pull into a parking spot.
I swear I get almost as much pleasure from watching her as I would if I’d been right there with her. Almost. As fast as I can with a near-painful hard on, I turn off the SUV and jump out of the door. When I make it to Kalli’s side, she’s half-heartedly fumbling with the door handle.
I pull it open for her, and reminiscent of the first night we spent together, I lift her straight into my arms and move as quickly as I can for her door. She loops an arm around my neck and laughs quietly, and I can’t even be embarrassed by my impatience.
“Put me down.”
I grunt my answer.
“Wilder, I need to get my keys out of my purse.”
Begrudgingly, I lower her to her feet a little ways from her front door. She has a small purse dangling from her free hand, and she lets go of me to unzip it and begin searching. I move behind her, placing my hands on her perfect hips and kissing her neck while she looks. She leans back into me, sighing.
“You're distracting me.”
“Not sorry,” I mumble into her skin.
Finally, a jingle lets me know she found her keys, and she steps forward out of my embrace to unlock the door. I follow her into the dark room, tugging her back against my chest again as her purse thumps to the floor. I reach for her jacket, helping her out of it and dropping it on the floor too. I shed my own just as quickly, and grab for her again. I miss, and she flips on the light next to the door. I stalk forward to press her against the wall, but she thrusts a hand against my chest and our eyes meet.
“Wait.”
She looks too much like she did outside that bathroom at the bar. Her eyes too wild. Her body too stiff. And just like then, her hand pushes hard at my chest, holding me off.