His fingers move with a deft speed as he pushes the button of my jeans through its hole before unzipping them. I place my hands on his chest and shift up to give him more access.
I make every effort to push away the quiet thoughts in the back of my head that this is wrong, because is it? How could something this good feel wrong?
There is nothingwrongabout Malaki Young.
A fire brews in between my legs as Malaki sweeps his fingers against the top of my panties. It’s been so long that I’d forgotten how good it feels to be touched by a man.
“Lift up for me, babe.”
I waste no time. I push myself up by anchoring my palms to his shoulders. Malaki shimmies his hand farther into my unzipped jeans, and pleasure sweeps over me.
He curses under his breath, and I get a quick glimpse of his face. His pupils dilate, his jaw clenching. The moment his finger swipes against my clit, I cry out.
“When was the last time you were touched, Reese?”
God, even his voice is hot.
I can’t answer him.
My body is too riled up; my mouth refuses to form words.
I move against him, craving more. His fingers move faster, one pushing inside of me while he rubs against my clit with another. Each touch unravels a tightly woven bow that's been tied for far too long.
His hands are just as talented with a hockey stick as they are with my body. One grips my waist as the other works its magic in between my thighs.It feels so good.My fingernails dig into his shoulders as my body tenses, the orgasm swiftly peaking and taking me under.
It’s earth shattering.
I shake in his grip.
I’m still reeling when he grips the back of my neck and brings my face to his again. He presses his lips to mine, and I open up as if his mouth is a key to a lock. Hot strokes of his tongue lap against mine, and I match every single one.
A groan leaves him, echoing into my mouth.
I regret not taking him up on his offer–we should’ve gone upstairs to his apartment.
Being here with him like this puts a pause on all my responsibilities, and it’s the best escape I’ve ever had.
“Fuck.” He curses against my mouth and crushes me against his chest. “Don’t move.”
“Huh?” I blink several times and try to find my way back to planet Earth.
Malaki’s warm breath lingers against my ear, whichdoes nothelp. “There is someone walking a little too slow past the window.”
I tense, my spine snapping into place.Oh my god, we’re in public.
“Relax,” he says. “I’ve got you.”
Panic races down my spine. What was I thinking? What if Benedict walked past? This would give him plenty of ammunition to take Charleigh from me. Instead of being at home with her, I’m in a car, getting fingered by some guy! This is considered public indecency! A judge would do to me exactly what they did to my mother. They shamed her, called her a bad mother, and listed every one of her mistakes for all to see, and in the end, they took us.
It wasn’t like she cared much, but I would.
As if fate can hear me, my phone starts to ring from the dash. I jerk away from Malaki and practically flip into the driver’s seat with my pants still unbuttoned. My long hair is a tangled messfrom his fingers gripping the strands. I quickly brush it away and leap for my phone.
I answer quickly. “Zoe?”
Her voice comes over the car’s speakers instead of the phone. I snap my attention to Malaki.
Shit!I fumble with the device, attempting to take it off my car’s speakers.
