Pretty Little Lies (Lie #2) by J. W. Phillips Page A

was coming. I came as soon as I got off work. I didn’t even go home to change.”
     
    A small portion of my fear left as Deacon’s car roared to life, and she and Allison drove away.
     
    Dylan shifted from foot to foot. I pulled the hair at the nape of my neck. I hated the fact she was so nervous around me. “Your friends left. If you’re hungry, I can take you somewhere.”
     
    “I would rather talk. I’m not really hungry, but if you are?”
     
    “Nah, I’m fine.” I was starving, but I wasn’t taking a chance of being separated from her. I reached over and took her small hand in mine. If she wanted to talk, by God, we were going to talk.
     
    “Ethan,” came from those sweet lips. She lifted her eyes up and slid her bottom lip between her teeth. I instantly felt the desire between us. I promised myself I would take it slow with her. But it was impossible to hold back when she looked so damn fuckable. She leaned into me and closed her eyes.
     
    “Are you going to kiss me today?” she asked after a few moments of silence between us.
     
    “No, Privy, I’m not.”
     
    “What’s wrong with me? You screwed that girl at the club just two days ago. Yet, I’m not good enough to kiss.”
     
    Not good enough. You’re too damn good. “Come here,” I said and motioned with my pointer finger to come hither.
     
    She glanced up at me, but kept her head held down. She did, however, move closer to me. Slowly, I placed my hands on each side of her stunning face and slipped my knee between her thighs.
     
    “Let’s see,” I said and licked my upper lip. I cut my eyes over to the car, then slid my hands down onto her shoulders. I guided her body to stand in front of the truck. “I think sprawled out on the hood of the truck, don’t you agree?” I worked her delectable body and positioned her back against the grill. I placed a hand on each side of her, caging her in between my hard-on and the truck. “Close your eyes, sweet Privy.”
     
    She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I waited and waited, and the longer I waited, the more I wanted her. I didn’t just want to kiss her. I wanted to rip her clothes off and have my way with her on the hood of that truck. She peeked out behind hooded eyelids. My proximity was so close it caused her to tremble and slip slightly down until her sore hip hit the bumper. She winced in pain but never took her eyes off me. I positioned my face back within a fingerbreadth of hers but never made actual contact. I traced over her lips with my eyes and brought my hand back up to caress her cheek. It was torture. Her breath tickled across my face. I licked my lips involuntarily as she relinquished all control over to me. I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip. Her chest fell and rose against mine. I swore her already impressive breasts had grown. I cupped her butt in my free hand and lifted her up to my body. She wrapped those long, lean legs around my midsection and pressed her warm center over my stomach. I was about to cum in my damn pants. Shit, she was driving me insane. I had better control over myself, but I had never been that turned on in my life.
     
    “Privy, yes, I fucked the hell out of that girl, and you want to know something? I don’t even know her name and don’t care what it is. But you, I want to know everything. I want to know your fears. What makes you laugh? What makes you simply happy? What is keeping you up at night? But there is one thing I do know. That is I can’t kiss you without wanting so much more. And you want to know something else?”
     
    She nodded.
     
    “I can’t do more with you right now. Because if I did and then you walked away from me, it would fucking destroy me. What we share is something I never dreamed possible. I’m obsessed with you. I don’t need drugs, alcohol, or the club. You, my love, are my greatest addiction. You’re all I’ll ever need or want.” I pulled her closer to me, and simultaneously, I was consumed