I could come up with a long list of cheesy responses, every single one of them crude and sexual, but I don’t say any of that. This girl is sweet and kind and so fucking pure, it’s almost painful. I treated her like absolute garbage for so long. Chased after her only a few days ago, making her practically beg me not to do anything to her.
We’ve come a long way, my little birdy and me. I don’t want to spook her by coming on too strong. But fuck, I want every piece of her. Her lips. Her tits. Her pussy. Her ass. I want to own her body and soul, and when we’re finished, when I’ve fucked her over and over and made her come so hard, she nearly blacks out, I want her to look at me as if I’m a god. As if I’m her god and she’ll promise herself to me, not her father. I want to take that ring her father put on her finger and toss it. Make her forget all of her earlier promises.
More than anything, I want to own her.
“Where do you want to go?” I ask her, my gaze catching on her coat. How thick it is. Looks expensive.
What would she say if I laid it out on the back seat and then proceeded to go down on her? Give her a little bit of what she’s wanting from that porn she watched last night?
Peter probably wouldn’t look.
Yeah. No. I can’t do anything like that. Again, I don’t want to scare her. And he doesn’t deserve to see her naked. No one should see her like that.
Except for me.
“Wherever you want to go.” She rests her cheek against the soft black leather seat, smiling up at me with adoring eyes. All of her trust is shining in the green depths. I can’t help but see it and feel pain, because if I fuck this up—and I’m bound to, I’m not good at shit like this—I will hurt her beyond measure.
And that is the last thing I want to do.
EIGHTEEN
WREN
I press my cheek against the cool leather seat, blatantly staring at Crew Lancaster, not caring one bit that I might look foolish. He doesn’t seem to mind.
Drinking in all the male beauty sitting in front of me is almost overwhelming, he’s so attractive. I love how his cheeks turned slightly pink thanks to the cold air, making him look younger. Softer.
Though there’s not much about Crew’s face that anyone could consider soft. He’s all hard angles and sharp lines. High cheekbones, firm jaw and square chin. Dark brows that are currently lowered as he watches me, those cool blue eyes growing warmer the longer he stares, as if he likes what he sees.
I like what I see too.
The only thing I can consider soft on Crew’s handsome face is his mouth. His lips are pink, the lower lip much fuller than the top, and they’re currently parted, his gaze lingering on my mouth until it lifts to meet mine.
My body grows warm, and not just because of the thick coat I’m wearing. He’s thinking about kissing me. I know he is. And it’s all I want. I want to know what he tastes like. What kind of kisses will he deliver? Soft and sweet? Fierce and rough?
Maybe a combination of both.
“You keep staring at me like that and…” His voice drifts.
“And what?”
His broad chest rises and falls, as if he just took a deep, maybe even nervous, breath. “I can’t be held responsible for what I might do.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me.” Even though it scares me a little, I want to hear every single dirty word he can come up with.
All of them.
He glances over at the driver. “I don’t want to say it out loud. You might get embarrassed, Birdy.”
“I won’t. I promise.” I press my thighs together, trying to ease the sudden throbbing, but it only makes things worse. “Whisper it in my ear.”
Crew reaches out, his hand going to the seatbelt buckle and undoing it. I shrug the strap away from my body, letting him take my hand and pull me closer. Until I’m sitting in the center of the back seat, and he’s strapping me back in, his hand brushing against my chest as he pulls the belt across me, then pushes the buckle into the slot.
We’re sitting so close I can see the stubble lining his cheeks. Feel his body heat seeping into my side, making me even hotter. We stare at each other, the tension growing between us, and I swallow hard, ready to say something, when he leans in, his mouth at my ear, his soft exhale making me shiver.
“I want to kiss you. Taste you. Kiss your neck. Nibble it. Run my hands under your sweater, slip them under your bra, until I’m squeezing your tits. Pinching your nipples.”
I avert my gaze, my breaths coming faster.
“I’d take off your sweater. Your skirt. Kiss you all over your body. Tell you how fucking beautiful you are, because you are so damn beautiful, Wren. The prettiest little birdy I’ve ever seen.”