So I stood there, waiting for him to deliver more kisses, waiting for his hands to move from the front of my thighs to … That was just it. I really didn’t know what I expected or wanted from him. I guess I wanted him to teach me something.

Something new.

Something intimate.

Something a little forbidden.

With my heartbeat tripping over itself, looking for a normal rhythm, I started to turn toward him. He gripped my legs tighter and rested his forehead on my lower back.

“Don’t.” He sighed. “Just …” He blew out another harsh breath, and I felt his forehead rolling side to side against my back. “Fuck … we … can’t.” He pulled up my panties and shorts. “Rory’s coming home soon.” He stood behind me and kissed the top of my head. “I’m going to get dressed. Go put on jeans. We should head to my parents’ house now.”

Chapter Fifteen

“My hair is going to be a mess.” I tugged off my helmet after he pulled into his parents’ gravel drive in Coal Creek Canyon. They lived in an A-frame house shrouded in pine trees with not a neighbor in sight.

He took my helmet and my jacket as I ran my fingers through my hair. After a few seconds, I glanced up at Fisher smiling at me with a hint of something in his eyes.

“What?”

He shook his head. “You’re killing me.”

“Why?” I continued to comb out my hair.

“Because I want to do very naughty things to you right now, but little kids are staring out the window at us, so I have to keep my hands to myself. And it’s really fucking hard.”

I paused my hands.

“Stop blushing,” he said. “They can see you.”

I talked through gritted teeth and a fake smile. “I can’t exactly control it when you say things like that to me. Why? Why did you say it?”

He glanced at the window and the peering eyes for a second before turning toward me. “Because for forty-five minutes, you’ve been wrapped around me, and I now know what your face looks like when you come, so it’s all I thought about.”

It thrilled me to know it wasn’t just me. That he wasn’t as cool and collected as I thought. Fisher was far from unaffected by me.

Where was the switch? In one week, we were going to have to turn off the switch to us.

“Thank you,” I whispered, glancing down at my feet.

He laughed. “For what?”

“For being strong for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

I glanced up, giving the window crowd the quickest of glances. Aching to take the two steps between us and wrap my arms around him. “I wouldn’t have stopped you, had you asked me. And then in the kitchen … I wanted … more.” I shrugged one shoulder while pressing my lips together to hide my guilty grin.