The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [220]
She amused him. And fascinated him. Grinning, he teased, “Lizzy. I’m surprised you can even see the movie the way we’ve steamed up the windows.”
Her smile was pleased and filled with feminine power. “I’d read about fogging windows in books before, but I thought it was an exaggeration.”
Forget amusement. Her naïveté made him rock hard with lust and soft as butter with affection. Bringing her mouth to his, he said against her lips, “Just looking at you is enough to steam the place up,” then proceeded to thoroughly feast on her mouth. He’d never tire of her taste, her warmth. The small, sexy sounds she made when he gave her his tongue, or when he coaxed her tongue into his mouth.
She grew quickly impatient with kissing and started tugging on his T-shirt, untucking it from his jeans.
Gabe, always willing to oblige, set her a bit away from him and pulled it over his head. Within a heartbeat she was back, her eyes luminous in the dark interior of the car, her small hands eagerly sliding over his hot skin. Whether on purpose or not, he didn’t know, her thumbs brushed over his nipples and he jerked. She stared, wide-eyed, at his reaction, made a sound of discovery and deliberately delved her hands into the hair on his chest again.
“Sweet mercy…” Gabe groaned, knotting his hands against the seat and dredging up thoughts of work, of the lake, anything to try to regain some measure of control.
Then her mouth touched his right nipple and he felt her gentle, moist breath, the tentative flick of her small pink tongue…and he was gone.
“Sorry,” he rasped. “I can’t take it.” He saw the disappointment in her gaze and choked on a strangled breath. Holding her slim shoulders to keep her at bay, he said, “Not here, sweetheart. It’s just too much. You’re too much. I don’t understand it, but…”
She didn’t look convinced, so he caught her hand and carried it to his erection, then hissed a painful breath as the contact made his entire body clench.
“You see what you’re doing to me?” he asked. He knew his voice was harsh, guttural, knew he’d started to sweat and that his hands were shaking. “It’s insane. I’ve made out in this drive-in hundreds of times, but I’ve never been this close to losing all reason.”
“Really?”
He blinked at her look of wonder, minutely regaining his wits. She honestly had no idea of her appeal or her effect on the male species. “Yeah. I’m sorry, babe, but it’s the truth.” For the first time in his life, his salacious past embarrassed him a bit. Lizzy was so innocent, so pure, that he felt like a total scoundrel. “My mother should have locked me up or something,” he muttered, his long fingers still encircling her wrist, holding her hand immobile against him. “Sawyer told her to often enough. Morgan even tried it a few times. But I was always more wild than not and I was determined to get my fill and…”
He trailed off as he realized how fascinated she was, soaking up his every absurd word. Good God, he hoped she didn’t put any of that in her damn thesis!
Shaking her gently, he added, “Lizzy, listen to me. There’s something about you….”
She tilted her head at him in a measure of pity. “What? My freckles? Come on, Gabe. I’ve never heard of freckles inspiring lust. Or red hair that’s too curly. Or…”
Gabe curved his hand around one lush breast. He could feel the warmth and softness of her, the incredible firmness of virgin flesh. “How about a body made for a man?” he growled. “Or a smile that’s so sweet I feel it inside my pants.”
She gasped.
“Or skin so soft it makes me crazy wanting to feel it all over my body. Or the way you talk, the things you talk about, your innocence and your daring and your—”
She pressed her fingers over his mouth, her eyes squeezed shut. He parted his lips and ran the tip of his tongue down the seam of her middle and ring finger, probing lightly. She snatched her hand away and panted.
“I want you, Lizzy.”
Her eyes opened slowly and