“Can we talk somewhere that’s not at your place?” she asked as we started to drive. I looked at her from the side as she looked out the window. My left hand was gripping the steering wheel, almost to the point of white knuckles, while my other hand rested on the gear shift. I kept flexing my fingers, itching to touch her again. I needed to but I also needed to respect her space.
But earlier when I kissed her fuckin’ perfect lips as my hand gripped her throat in the way she loves did things to me. I wanted to take her right there. I wanted to toss her on the bed and rip those loose shorts off her and bury my face in her dripping p***y, eating, licking, sucking every single part of her until she’s withering under me, screaming my name, pulling my hair as she comes over my face.
Fuck.
“Why
