“Let’s take this home,” I said, stroking his chin with a finger. He had stubble all along his jaw, and my hand itched to scratch it.
“Home, huh? I like that,” he murmured, nipping at my thumb before pulling me to stand with him. “Let’s go.”
* * * *
I kept stroking his leg with my hand, needing the contact to keep me grounded before I flew out of my skin. “Hurry, Ry.” He stepped on the gas.
By the time we arrived at his house, I was ready to burst. It was early afternoon, and I hoped the neighbors were busy elsewhere, but I needed Ry, right the hell now. I undid my seatbelt and climbed into his lap, just missing the horn.
“Sweetie, we should go inside,” Ry began, but I shut him up with a kiss and grind. He got the message, fumbling with one hand to move the seat back enough for both of
