Page 89 of Take My Name

I snort. That’s easy. “A…B…”

“Backward,” he clarifies.

“Warren!” My eyes pop open and I scowl. “I can’t do that sober.”

He lifts a shoulder, starts up his truck, but doesn’t put it into gear.

“Rude.”

He chuckles lowly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I plan to make up for it tomorrow when we go to the movies, assuming you’re not sick or hungover.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“What exactly are you gonna do to me?”

“Maze…”

“C’mon, tell me! I’ll probably forget by tomorrow anyway since I’mtoo drunkto consent.”

His tongue peeks out, shaking his head at my sass. “You really wanna know?”

“Yes, please.”

He undoes his buckle and reaches across the center console until we’re face-to-face. Then his finger brushes softly over my collarbone. “I’d start here…” Then his finger slides up the side of my neck. “Then kiss right underneath your ear and tell you how crazy you make me. I’d suck on your lobe and give it a little bite before moving to the other side, kissing up your neck until I reached your lips. I’d sink my tongue inside and inhale every breath and gasp.”

“Holy. Shit.”

I’m already gasping.

“Eventually…” He slides his finger down my chest and dips below my dress, between my breasts. “I’d make my way down here, lick and suck your pretty nipples, then kiss every inch of your perfect breasts.”

“Warren…” I can’t breathe. “Please.”

He plucks my lower lip from between my teeth. “Not tonight, darlin’. Not until you’re sober and can gimme your consent.”

My hazy eyes are blissed out, needing more, his hands and mouth all over me.

“I’m not above beggin’.”

His breath feathers over my cheek as he chuckles lightly. “Fuckin’ Colton.”

“Huh?”

“Nothin’…I’m just gonna have to admit he was right.”

“About what?”

“That you’d be beggin’ for more.”

Not exactly sure what he’s talking about, but I don’t care enough to ask. “So what’re you waitin’ for, cowboy? Give in.”

Instead of giving in like I desperately need, he leans in and presses a tender kiss to my forehead. “Not tonight, baby.”

“I hate you.” I hiccup, sinking deeper into the seat and letting my eyes close.

“Mhm.” The truck vibrates underneath me as he drives us out of the parking lot.