Chapter 27

RULE #26: DON'T BE AFRAID OF A LITTLE DIRTY TALK.

Presh

"Musa, are you joining us for movie night?" my mother asks as he helps carry all of Amahle's gifts out to the car after the party.

My eyes widen. Musa and I had pretty clear plans for his place after the party, so I shoot him a quick look that I hope translates into just say no.

To my utter dismay, he quickly replies, "I'd love to," and my expression morphs into one that says what the hell?

But then he smiles, and I just don't get to see that smile very often, and it's such a nice smile.

"I'll ride with you," I tell him as Amahle and her two friends climb into the back of my mother's car. And I definitely don't miss the sly look on my mother's face as I disappear with him toward the back of the parking area, where he parked.

After climbing in, we watch my mother's car drive away before he grabs me by the back of the neck and drags my face to his.

We kiss with the urgency of two people who've been waiting for this exact moment for hours. All of that stored want comes spilling out in one very hot session over the console of his car. His lips are merciless and demanding, devouring my mouth and barely leaving me enough air to breathe.

Ag well. I don't need to breathe. I just need him.

His hands roam down to my breasts, but when I reach for the front of his jeans, he grabs my wrist.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," he growls against my mouth.

"I think it's a great idea."