Eighteen - MeyerThe taste of her made my lips tingle as I pulled out of the driveway of the hotel. The impression of her body was like a wall of heat molded to my own, like a second skin. It pressed against me, curled around me, and beckoned me back to her. It called out to me, desperate and needy and reminding me of my own need.
God, I wanted her.
I shouldn’t have kissed her like that before leaving. It had left me with a difficult and uncomfortable hard-on in my jeans, not to mention a sizable distraction. Not exactly how I wanted to go to get my answers, but I’d have to deal with it just the same.
Adjusting myself in my seat, I pulled out into traffic and focused on dealing with the i***t drivers on the road. It helped take my mind off Nadia a little bit, allowing me to focus on the
