Singe by Ruby McNally Page A

yeasty. Kissing her feels like a relief, like an exhale, although Eli isn’t a hundred percent sure why. “Been thinking about this for days,” he tells her, before he can stop himself.
    Addie laughs. “No you haven’t,” she counters, lowering her lashes and kissing him again.
    Eli frowns against her mouth. He has , actually, her quick tongue and her lush, surprising body, but then he remembers Karen the lab tech and thinks it’s better not to argue. Besides, Addie’s nipping at his bottom lip and he doesn’t want her to stop, one of her nervous-feeling hands on his shoulder, then his chest, then his stomach. The radio’s blaring, Timberlake now maybe. When her fingertips brush his belt buckle, Eli makes a quiet sound.
    It’s like breaking a spell. Addie pulls back then, cheeks flushed, shaking her head. “Oh my God, you are such a bad influence,” she says, sounding gratifyingly gaspy. Eli feels a little gaspy himself. “I’m not doing this in the Price Chopper parking lot, absolutely not.”
    Eli laughs. “So,” he says, taking a chance. He wants to keep kissing her. Jesus. He wants to do way more than that. Her mouth is nice and wet. “Let’s go somewhere.”
    Addie narrows her eyes, those straight-thick eyebrows drawing together. “They’ll notice if we’re gone too long.”
    Which is not, Eli notices, strictly a no. He runs his hand over her ponytail again, makes a fist around the base. “So we’ll be fast,” he promises, tugging gently. He lets go and gets his hand on her neck instead, rubbing up through the curls with just the tips of his fingers, slow and coaxing. “We know we can be fast.”
    Addie woofs out a breath as his nails dig into her scalp, a sound Eli would call a moan if it came from any other girl. “Shut up,” she hisses, shrugging out of his grip. She throws an elbow into it too, sharp. But when they pull out of the parking lot, it’s not in the direction of the firehouse.
    Eli smiles. After a second, he lets his hand drift over to her thigh.
    His fingers are wedged deep between her legs by the time Addie yanks them over behind a high school, some brick-and-trellis Catholic academy. She picks a spot in the shade, breathing hard through her nose as she throws the car into park. “What?” she says off of Eli’s look. “It’s summer. Classes at St. Pius finish the first week of June.”
    Eli blinks. “Shit, was this your school?” he asks, grinning hugely. “You seriously took me to make out behind your old high school?”
    “Who said anything about making out?” Addie snaps, pushing him back until he’s sitting up fully in his own seat. Then she ducks across the gearshift, fingers making a beeline for his zipper. Her face is practically in his lap before Eli realizes what she’s going to do.
    “ Shit ,” he repeats uselessly, his voice cracking in a way that ought to be embarrassing, but Addie’s already got his cock in one warm hand, wide mouth around the head and a hard, sloppy suck. Eli groans. “Shit, Addie,” he says again, and when she laughs at him he can feel the vibration clear into the base of his spine. His head thuds back against the seat.
    Addie hums again, her teeth scraping along the ridge of his dick in a way that might be purposeful and might not be; it’s hard to tell. Knowing her, she might just be trying to keep him guessing. “See,” she murmurs, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. The motion gives him more of a view than he’s had so far, that wet pink tongue, and Eli feels himself twitch. “Now this is a thing I’d believe maybe you thought about.”
    Fuck, she isn’t wrong. He never imagined it like this though, in her car in broad daylight twenty yards from a building topped with a giant fucking crucifix. It’s sort of kinky. Eli’s not a guy with a Catholic schoolgirl fantasy—or, okay, he’s not a guy with a Catholic schoolgirl fantasy more than any other guy is—but he’s thinking about it now, that’s