...“You really are such an asshole, Quinn.”
“I know. And you love it.”
His hands tightened on my waist and he pushed his pelvis against mine. My cock twitched, his touch causing my blood to boil. God, it had been a long time since I’d seen him. I hated how right he was, how much he knew me, even though he hadn’t seen me in months. I wished again that I could hide my heart from him, but I knew I couldn’t. It was no use.
“Are you ready to go?”
He turned to walk out the door before I had a chance to answer him. I grabbed my jacket and followed him to the driveway. The sun had gone down, but a few streams of dying pink light fell over him as he moved toward the passenger’s side of the car and pulled the door open for me. It was such an old-fashioned thing to do, but I secretly loved it. I watched him moving, but I froze to the pavement with anticipation. He extended a hand toward me, but I didn’t reach for it. It was my turn to make him wait and I refused to go anywhere until I got what I really needed.
He roughly yanked me toward him, his fingers digging into my wrist as he pulled me close. His face inched toward me, his lips stopping shy of mine. His breath was so hot on my skin. I strained toward him, but he pulled away. Damn him and his height advantage. My words came out in a strained voice.
“Fuck, Quinn, just kiss me.”
He smirked before lowering his lips to mine. All those months, those hours spent thinking about him, disappeared in that moment, in that kiss. It was all over too fast. I needed more, but I knew he would make me wait. I sighed because I knew what was coming next—a long drive out of town to our favorite place.
“Get in, Kyle.”
As much as I longed to touch Quinn, as much as I wanted him right then and there, I’d missed the ride almost as much as I’d missed him. I slid onto the new leather seat, the material as soft as butter. I held my breath, waiting for him to start the engine. The noise, the vibration, the smell of the gasoline in the air all combined to do my head in. This time, the car rumbled from the supercharged engine, not from a lack of a muffler.
Without a word, we took off down the road, my hand clenching the handle above the window on every turn. Quinn always drove too fast, especially with me. I couldn’t stop myself from shaking as the wind swept over us, whistling through the open windows, the roar of the car echoing off every building we passed. I stared through the windshield as the town flew by, avoiding looking at Quinn. Until I felt his hand squeeze my thigh. We wound through the back streets and out of town, the lights growing dimmer and dimmer...