Flame by Skylar Cross Read Free Book Online Page B

“You coming?” he says.
    Almost.
    I walk
toward him.
    His Bentley
is right there on the side street.
    He walks
to the passenger door, opens it, and motions me in.
    I walk
around him and sling my bag onto the floor. At the same time I slip the firefly
from my pocket to the palm of my hand.
    I’m about
to get in when he grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him.
    He kisses
me hard.
    Zing!
    I melt
into his chest, protruding through his open collar. Begging me to lick it.
    In a
rush of explosive energy, I’m wet again. His hands travel down to my ass, squeezing
and lifting my cheeks. His tongue presses into my throat.
    At the
same time, his hand moves under my waistband and cups my pussy over my panties.
    “No,”
I say, trying to push him away.
    He stops
kissing me and leans back an inch, trapping my eyes with his.
    God, there’s no point to resisting, is there?
    “One
more taste,” he says as his fingers dive over the band of my panties and jam themselves
into me.
    He takes
them out and sticks them in his mouth, sucking my juice off them.
    My knees
tremble, causing my legs to jiggle.
    He
smirks again, then slaps my ass.
    “Get
in.”
    I get
in.
    As I
do, I sink my hand underneath the seat, looking for something on which to clip
the firefly.
    As
he gets in, he shoots that quizzical smirk at me again.
    I fucking love that.
    “Where
are you parked?” he says.
    I
tell him and in two minutes we’re there. On the way, I manage to clip the
firefly onto a strip of metal under the seat.
    “Over
there,” I say. “The Chevelle .”
    “That’s
your car? The yellow 1970 Chevelle with black racing
stripes?”
    “Restored
it myself.”
    “Must
attract a lot of attention with that, not that you wouldn’t attract a lot of attention
just by walking out the door.”
    Zing!
    I take
a sip from my water bottle. “Yeah, I hate that part. I just like the car and I had
six weeks vacation a couple of years ago with nothing to do.”
    He
leans closer to me. “So you bought a 1970 Chevelle and restored it?”
    “Yeah.”
    Closer.
“Yellow.”
    “Yeah.”
    Closer.
“With racing stripes. In six weeks.”
    “Yeah.”
    He
kisses me. “That’s the fucking hottest picture, you covered in grease with a wrench
in your hand. If I walked into a garage and saw that, you know what I’d do?”
    The electrical
particles ping me all over, sending a new wave of intense heat down into my crotch.
    “No,
what would you do?” My voice sounds distant and gravelly.
    He leans
into me and whispers into my ear, the smell of soapy pine filling my nostrils.
    “I’d
slam the hood shut, pick you up, throw you on it, and fuck the living shit out of
you on top of that car.”
    I lose
control of my breathing as he licks my neck. Again, I’m a diffuse blob of dribbling
jelly.
    He bites
my ear and then sits back in the driver’s seat, eyes forward like nothing happened.
    “Dinner,”
he says. “My place. Tonight.”
    Whoa,
what. Where am I? Oh yeah.
    “Um,”
I say, trying to think. I remember my dad. “No, I can’t tonight.”
    “Okay,
tomorrow night then.”
    “Yes.”
Then I remember I said I’d keep Mike company tomorrow night. “No.”
    “Wednesday,
then. I’ll keep going.”
    “Wednesday.”
Think, Sofia! “Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday is good.”
    “Fine.
Dinner. Wednesday. My place. I’d tell you my address but I’m pretty sure you have
it in a file somewhere, officer.”
    He kisses
me again.
    I
grab my bag and get out of the car. I look back at him and smile. I mean, I actually
smile. A real one. I think I actually mean it.
    “Wednesday,”
I say.
    “Wednesday,”
he says as he smirks up at me from behind those sunglasses.
    I slam
the door shut and he drives away.
    At the
door to my car, I have my key out. It’s ready to be put in the lock. All I have
to do is put it in and turn the key.
    But I
just stand there.
    Still
intoxicated by his scent. His presence. The taste of his mouth.
    I sway
a little, picturing that cock