Supercharged Love(42)

“Let’s play a game,” she says, and I hear a tinge of amusement in her voice.

“Okay, what game?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Truth or dare? Are we not a bit past that?”

“Nope, I want to play.”

“Well, instead of a dare, I want a kiss.” I take the opportunity to claim her mouth once more. Her tongue strokes against mine, and my dick twitches, brushing against her thigh, and I have never been more aware of her naked body lying next to me. Part of me doesn’t want to waste any time, all I want is to sink back into her. But the other part of me wants to know everything about her. When I pull back, her glazed eyes stare back at me, crinkling at the corners with a smile on her lips.

“I think I can manage that.”

“Okay, I’ll go first.” I wait for her nod before I carry on. “What’s your deal with American muscle?” She laughs and the sound is almost musical. It’s not a sound I’ve heard very often.

“It’s the sound the engines make, plus their body shape. Something about them makes my insides flip,” she rushes out in a breathy voice. “I know it sounds weird.” She buries her head on my chest as she laughs, and I hold her to me, enjoying the feel of her warm breath on my bare skin. This game is not going to last long. Not given the way my dick is hardening and how much I want her.

“Okay, my turn.” She looks up at me her eyes dancing with amusement. “GTO or Subaru?”

“Has to be a GTO. My first love,” I admit, and she nods her head in approval.

“Okay.” I think for a minute. “Who did you lose your virginity to?”

She rears back, a look of pretend shock on her face. “Is that not a bit personal? What happened to the usual getting to know you questions? You’ve skipped straight to the good stuff.”

I laugh at her expression and the way the corner of her lips twitch. “We’ve just had sex, so I think I can ask you personal questions.” I nod, waiting for her answer.

“Okay, it was a guy called Ashton-”

“Was he your boyfriend?” I can’t help but ask and notice the way she makes a face. Her nose wrinkles in disgust, but it makes her look cuter.

“I wouldn’t call him that. It was at someone’s party-”

“A bit like tonight,” I blurt out, her eyes to narrow and she gives a sharp shake of her head.

“No. Nothing like tonight. I was drunk, and it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I wanted it over and done with. Then I wouldn’t have to listen to Beth going on about it all the time.” She shrugs, and I don’t like the feelings of jealousy starting to take hold. I’ve never met this Ashton, but I want to beat him to a bloody pulp for being Leigh’s first. All of a sudden, I don’t want to play this game anymore.

Gritting my teeth, I have to ask. “Was it any good?” To my surprise, she laughs—a loud, infectious laugh, which tugs at the corners of my lips. Soon, I’m smiling along with her.

“Jealous?” She arches an eyebrow when she catches my scowl.

“Fuck yes, I am,” I admit with brutal honesty.

She lets out a small laugh and nudges me with her hip. “Neither of us knew what the fuck we were doing.” I hold her while her laughter subsides, and she looks at me, her expression more serious. “My turn.”

“I don’t want to play anymore,” I grumble. I don’t want to know anymore.

“What?”

“I forfeit.”

“You know what that means?” she singsongs.

“You need to kiss me.”

With a shake of her head, she bites down on her plump bottom lip. “No, you need to kiss me.”

In a swift movement, I roll so she’s under me. On instinct, her legs part to accommodate my body. Bracing my weight, I hover just above her, my hands holding the side of her head while her hands run up the side of my body, feeling my taut muscles. Leaning down, I grab a condom out of my pocket, roll it on, and am back between her thighs before she’s had time to miss me.

My hands rest either side of Leigh’s head, fingers knotted in her hair as I ease into her. Her lips part and a soft sigh falls from them. Fascinated, I watch as desire sparks in her eyes as I withdraw and sink back into her again. There is more than desire there and I pray she’ll change her mind. When my mouth meets her eager one, our tongues stroke each other’s in a slow, unhurried pace. I ease into her; dipping my head to the curve of her neck I muffle my groan. The feel of her body under mine and the small noises of pleasure coming from her are making it harder to keep control, but I want to savor this. This could well be our last night together, and I want to make the most of it. If she really leaves, I want this one lasting memory of our night together. Once the tremors wracking her body have subsided, I shift us onto our sides and curve my body around her before sleep claims us.