Everett
was going way too fast on these winding dark roads, but what else could I do when Brynn had her hand on my thigh?
We were ten minutes away from town, five minutes away... My heart was a jackhammer in my chest, every nerve ending on fire. "Your place or mine?" I asked her in a strangled gasp.
Her breathing was tight and I swear I could hear her heartbeat. "Mine is closer," she murmured.
A firework of triumph went off in my brain. I put my hand on her leg and just held it there for a moment, letting her get used to it, enjoying the heat that radiated from her skin. She had the most amazing skin, peachy and golden at the same time. Slowly, I let my fingers climb up her thigh, feeling the way the skin tightened into goosebumps under my fingertips. I could feel the soft, downy hairs on her upper thighs where she stopped shaving. I swallowed against my tightening throat, trying like hell to keep my eyes on the road before I killed us both. I needed to stop, we'd be at her place any second where I could take my time and savor her. But the throbbing need in my groin made me push higher to the crease of her thigh and then against the fabric of her panties.
She hitched a little, drawing in a sharp breath. But she didn't stop me, so I kept going, because that's what I do. I push, to the limit. "You're so wet," I exhaled, sliding my finger under her panties and a low groan escaped my mouth as I slid my finger down into those slick folds. "So warm and wet, Brynn. Fuck..." I wrenched the wheel to the left to keep from driving us off into the field of wildflowers by the side of the road, but I didn't move my hand from her searing heat. I could feel her looking at me, and without even thinking, I began to move my finger over the tight pearl of her clit, aching to spread her thighs wide and taste her again. I had tasted her once, that night in the closet. But I hadn't been able to see her. I could only imagine the way she'd look spread open before me.
Frustrated, I moved my finger faster. Her breath caught again, a startled little choking gasp and I spun the wheel to turn us, jerking and sliding into her street.
We came skidding to a halt at an angle at the bottom of her driveway. In a wild rush, I threw the car in park and shoved my door open. I had every intention of bounding over and grabbing her from the passenger seat, of carrying her straight through that open door right to her bedroom.
That open door...
"What the fuck?" I cried.
Before she could say anything, I was sprinting across the lawn. "Brynn you stay there, you stay right there," I ordered her, waving my arms. She stepped back behind her car door, peering out with wide, terrified eyes.
Light was flooding out of the living room window, a light I had seen her turn out with my very own eyes. And the door was standing half-open after I'd seen her lock it with those same eyes.
I already had my cell phone out, dialing nine, then one, when my foot crunched on glass on the ground.
Shards of glass were scattered across the porch. I felt my throat tighten when I saw that the window had been punched out just above the doorknob. I tensed and looked around for a weapon. Stepping back off the porch, I bent down to the ground, my fingers closing around one of the decorative rocks in her garden.
Something heavy slammed into the back of me. I grunted and wheeled around with the rock in hand and just missed braining Brynn with it by a fraction of an inch.
"What the hell?" she gasped. But she wasn't looking at me, and had no idea that I'd almost sent her to the hospital. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my ragged, jangling nerves. For her sake.
"I told you to stay in the car," I said.
She took one step back, but didn’t move from the spot. "Somebody broke in," she said dully.
"Looks like it," I said, keeping my voice low.
"What do I do?" she said again.
Fuck, she was terrified. Feeling like an asshole for scaring her, I went to her and wrapped my arms around her tight, wishing like hell I had a blanket to keep her from shivering. Holding her close, I could feel the way her heart beat frantically, like a rabbit in a trap and slowly I maneuvered her backwards, away from the glass, away from the invasion of the sanctity of her home. "You don't have to do anything," I told her. "I'm right here. I've got it."
She looked up at me, blinking, eyes still wide with shock. "What are you going to do?"
I turned and looked back at her house. There was no movement in the windows, no shadows passing, but that didn't mean a thing. "We have no idea if they're still in there," I told her, turning back to tilt her chin up. Her darting eyes settled on mine and she took a deep, shuddering breath. "You're good," I told her. "You're fine. You're safe. Just do what I say and stay behind me," I said. "I'm calling the police."