The Road Trip

• Eleven •

"I don't think I can about this," he whispered back.

His actions contradicted his words—a fight between body and mind. His hand swept down my face, and his thumb caught my lip.

I wiggled my foot between his ankles, my knee resting against his thigh. "I learned a trick. You just don't think."

He shook his head a degree to each side in quick succession. "We've switched places again."

I trailed the tips of my fingers up and down his forearm as he picked up one of my loose French braids and let the back of his hand fall against my chest. He eyed my curves.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him.

"I've been thinking all day. Walking behind you in your braids." He dropped my pigtail, and his palm glided against my side boob, down to my hip, and cupped my butt. "In your leggings."

I swept my thumb across his collarbone sticking out from underneath his shirt. "You sound like you're the only one at odds with yourself."

"I don't think so," he countered, rubbing the small of my back under my shirt. His fingers dipped back and forth into my two back dimples.

He may not have been doing it on purpose, but he was painstakingly slowly stoking a fire below my belly button that was on the edge of raging between my legs.

I brought my hand up under his shirt. I let my fingers run along the grooves of his ribs and up his chest. His arm slithered fully under my shirt across my back until his hand was on my shoulder and his elbow was at my opposite hip. Then he pulled me into him across the inches that separated us, touching our hips together like two dominoes. I sucked in a small breath at the contact that I had been desperate for.

I pressed my hips into his. He pressed his hips into mine.

I wiggled my hand out the neck of his shirt and thumbed his Adam's apple. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his lips. The fullness of them brought a hot ache between my legs, and I bit my bottom lip at the thought of how I knew they felt against mine.

A low sound escaped Luke's throat and his Adam's apple retreated under my thumb as he swallowed. "Don't bite your lip like that," he said desperately. But again his body betrayed him. I felt how much he liked it. His head dipped, but he was able to catch himself.

"Why are you resisting?" I said, tipping my chin up toward his lips, inching closer.

His brain was controlling his head, but his hand was uncontrollable. It traveled its way around my waist, and he ran his thumb over my belly button. His fingers fanned out across my stomach before sliding beneath my sports bra. His index and middle finger burrowed between my boobs squished together, and Luke groaned as he pressed his fingertips into them.

"Fuck." His voice came out hoarse. "The things I want to do to you."

Mine came out breathless. "What do you want to do to me?"

He pushed my sports bra up out of the way "As politely as I can say it..." He took my left breast in his hand and pinched my nipple. I felt a zap that connected through my body to my feet.

"I want to suck on every inch of you," he said, closing his eyes and switching to my other boob.

I bit my lip again and nodded when he opened his eyes and bore holes into mine. I couldn't think straight, the want and need coursing through me violently. I brushed my fingers up his back and played with his hair at the nape of his neck.

He continued as he eyed my lips. "I want your lips around me, and I want to feel myself hit the back of your throat."

I swallowed and licked my lips. He ran his thumb across them before I parted them, coaxing his thumb inside. He slipped it into my mouth, and I caressed it with my tongue trying to tempt him.