I moan. I can’t help it.
Seeming to like my response, Tom moves his hips back, and then he thrusts upward.
“Oh God,” I whimper. My eyes rolling, my head drops back against the bus with a thud.
Letting out a groan-fuelled chuckle, Tom starts on my neck, kissing and sucking his way back to my mouth. The whole time, he is torturously rubbing that amazing erection of his against my hot spot.
When his mouth reaches mine, he hesitates. Eyes on my face, he slowly moves his hand under my shirt.
Letting him know that I’m okay with the direction where this is heading, I run my tongue along his lower lip, and then I suck it into my mouth.
Tom’s hand cups my breast through my bra. His rough fingers trace over my hard nipple through the lace.
“Jesus, Lyla.” Staring down at my breasts, he lets out a groan. “Your tits feel even better than they look. So fucking good. I can’t wait to have them in my mouth.” His tongue trails his lower lip as he gives my breast a squeeze.
A lightning bolt of lust shoots straight to my core.
Bringing his mouth back to mine, he runs his tongue along the seam of my lips and then takes me into a deep lush kiss.
I turn to putty in his hands as he takes control of the kiss.
Takes control of me.
My fingers tighten in his hair. He groans in my mouth.
Weak spot.
I smile to myself.
Then, I hear the sound of loud voices. Cale, Sonny, and Van are heading straight in our direction.
Tom’s mouth disconnects from mine.
“Shit,” I gasp.
I stare into his eyes, unsure what to do. I don’t want the guys to see Tom and me together like this. And I’m thanking God right now that the bus parked next to ours is shielding us.
“We need to move,” I urge.
Nodding, Tom lowers me to my feet. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me toward the back of the bus, getting us out of view. We stand here with a foot of space between us, just staring at one another, as the guys all pile onto the bus.
When the sound of them has settled, Tom says quietly, “You go on first. I’ll follow in a minute.”
He glances down, and my eyes follow, seeing that he’s still very hard.
How is that even possible?
“Um…where was I?” I ask him.
He gives me a sexy grin. “Just a few feet down there with your legs wrapped around my waist, moaning into my mouth, while I dry-humped you against the bus.”
“I didn’t mean that!” I slap his stomach, hitting rock. “I meant, where do I tell the guys I’ve been?”
He shrugs. “Just tell them you were making out with a hot stranger in the parking lot.”
I jab him in the arm this time.
“Ow!” he whisper-shouts, rubbing his shoulder.
Like I could hurt him.
I roll my eyes.
Tom glances over his shoulder at the lit store behind us. “Just tell them you went to the store.”
“Good plan.” I nod.
“What about me? Where was I?” he asks.
I give him a saucy grin. “Tell them you were making out with a hot chick in the parking lot.”
His hands come up to the sides of my head, caging me in against the bus. “Talking of hot…” His mouth starts to descend toward mine.
“No.” I press my hands against his chest, stopping him.
The one thing the guys turning up gave me was clarity, reminding me of what I don’t want to do.
My body was in the driver’s seat for a while. Now, my brain is back and functioning.
“No?”
“No.” I duck out from under his arms. “This was a mistake.”
He looks over his shoulder at me. “A mistake? Are you fucking kidding?”
Biting my lip, I shake my head. “It shouldn’t have happened. And it won’t happen again.”
Turning, he steps into my space. “It should have happened a long time ago. And it for sure will happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
His slow smile causes my belly to whoosh.
“We’ll see.” He walks away from me, heading in the direction of the front of the bus.
That’s it?
I expected him to fight me on it more.
Then worry grips tight hold of me. What if he’s going to collect what he’s not getting from me from the blonde groupie, who’s due to show up here any moment.
“Where are you going?” I despise how needy my voice sounds.
He turns to me, continuing to walk backward. “Shower. I stink of beer.” He gives me a look. “Then, to bed.”
With her.
I grit my teeth. “With your blonde skank?”
I really need to filter this crap coming from my mouth.
He grins, and it spreads right across his handsome face. “Nope. Haven’t got a clue where she is.”
“But you said…” I frown.
He gives a slow shrug of his shoulders. “Never intended to sleep with her. I was just”—Tom rubs his head thoughtfully and then smirks—“putting on a show.”
Mother. Effer.
He played me.
All that in there—he was just doing it to drive my jealousy to the front.
“You-you’re a…mother-effing mut!” I hiss.
“Yeah, and you’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Sleep well, Firecracker.” He winks and then climbs up onto the bus, disappearing from my view.
I fall back against the bus.
Touching a finger to my lips, I realize that I’m actually smiling.