The Dirty Series 1(174)

Christian’s hands are on me in an instant, and he only takes them off to punch a button on the side of the car.

“What—” I start to say, and then his mouth is on mine, and I’m lost in his kiss, drowning in desire as a partition goes up between us and Louis. It’s the first time Christian has ever used it.

We’re pulling away from the curb before he breaks the kiss and smiles broadly at me, his eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun.

“Wow,” I say breathlessly.

“Run away with me.” He repeats the words from the text message as if I hadn’t already agreed to come.

“I am—aren’t I?”

“I can still drop you off at home.”

“Don’t do that. Wait—where are we going? Shouldn’t I get clothes?”

“You don’t need clothes.” He gives me a wicked look.

I want to bite at his lip, kiss him harder, and so I do. When we come up for air, I continue the conversation. “I’ll need clothes at some point.”

“What I meant was,” he replies, his voice smooth and sexy and confident, “I have clothes for you where we’re going.”

I look toward the ceiling of the Town Car and shake my head a little in bewilderment. “You’re such a…such a…”

“Billionaire?” His half-smile lights me up from head to toe.

“What if I want my own clothes?”

He leans over to whisper in my ear, despite the partition. “You won’t be thinking about clothes for long once we’re there.”

I suck in a deep breath, shudders of pleasure running rampant through my body. “Where’s there?”

“Do you want me to ruin the surprise?”

“What I meant was, how long is the ride?”

“Two hours.”

“How soundproof is that partition?”

He answers me with his tongue.