He was already undoing his boots and shoving his pants down his thighs. “I’d say yes.”
“Then come back here and sit.”
“Oh, you want to be the bossy one.”
“A little bit.” She chewed on her lip. “Would that be all right?”
“More than,” he assured her, gesturing to his cock, which was already waking up at the mere suggestion of Olive being in control of it once more. “Look how much.”
She glanced at his cock, licked her lips, and set to work unbuttoning her bodice. “I want to try something I read about. Undress. Quickly.”
In moments, he’d shed his overcoat. His tie hit the floor, followed by his vest and shirt. Grabbing the blankets, he crossed to the backseat and scooped her into his arms.
“Wait,” she protested. “I haven’t removed my chemise yet.”
“You’ll be cold.”
“I won’t be denied the feel of your skin on mine.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He helped her out of her chemise, frowning at the gooseflesh that spread across her supple skin. He tried to tuck her beneath him. “Come here, let me warm you.”
“I want to be the one on top.”
His abdomen clenched at the mental image of her riding him, her breasts swaying in his face. “Where exactly did you read about this?”
“Some literature Clem gave me.”
“Thank you, Clem,” he muttered, and Olive laughed.
He sat in the seat, then assisted her on top of him. Her taut nipple grazed his arm as she shifted, and his mouth watered in response. Her inner thighs slid against his outer ones, her pubic curls tickling his shaft as she shifted into place. He gritted his teeth at the sensation, determined to see to her comfort before they could get carried away. Palming the flannel blanket, he brought it around her shoulders, trapping their heat between them.
“How’s that?”
“Lovely,” she said on a sigh. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rocked forward until his cock slid against her slit. He gripped her hips and moved backward with a groan.
“I didn’t think to bring a condom,” he said through clenched teeth.
She buried her face against his neck and whispered, “I used a sponge.”
He smiled. “Miss Becket, you naughty thing. You planned this.”
“I hoped I would need it.”
“I’m very glad,” he said, nudging her upward to meet her gaze, “that one of us managed to be prepared. Now, kiss me.”
He caught her lips with his, sliding his tongue along their seam until she opened and let him in. He hummed into her mouth, intoxicated by her taste. His hands roamed up her thighs, her hips, and across her back. Her skin was chilled, but so soft. So perfect. He couldn’t stop touching her. She was tugging at his hair, stroking his biceps, rocking up against him with sensuous, confident movements. He never wanted her to stop touching him.
Their bodies rocked together, his cock once more nestled against her slick heat. She gasped and ground down on him. He moved his hands to her hips, guiding her motions forward and back until he was nearly delirious with pleasure.
“Are you ready?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she whispered back. “Fill me.”
He groaned at the shy command. He lifted her enough to position himself at her entrance, then nodded. She sank down slowly, shivering and quaking in his arms. Her heat seared him, her mewls of delight battered him.
“Tell me how I feel.”
“Good. So good.” He huffed out a laugh, thrusting his hips upward, making her gasp. “Fuck, I can’t think. I can’t find my words when you squeeze me like that. Oh God, do that again. Yes, just like that. It’s fucking heaven.”
