He dragged his mouth to her ear, so he could growl in her ear. “There? Does that feel good?”
She breathed his name.Yes. He made her feel more than good, andthatmadehimfeel powerful beyond measure.
“Did it turn you on? When I downshifted and took off?”
“Yes.”
“Next time you’ll wear a skirt.” There wouldn’t be a next time, but a man could dream. And it was what they both wanted to hear in this overheated moment of lust.
She shuddered.
“Do you know why?” He squeezed her neck, using his thumb on her chin to tip her head to the side, baring the other side of her throat for his mouth. “Because the best fucking reward for winning a race would be sinking my fingers into your panties and discovering just how soft and sexy you feel.”
She gasped. “You won tonight. Repeatedly.”
“Should I take my reward, then? Or do you want to ride my cock like this? Pressed between me and my car? Your choice, honey. I just want to see you come.”
“Like this?”
He liked the disbelief in her voice. As if she thought it impossible for him to give her the ultimate pleasure with just the weight of his body and his wicked, wicked mouth. He wanted to think it meant she hadn’t done anything like this before. He wasn’t above a certain possessive pride that he was giving her a new experience, one that he’d own forever. “I can fuck you a half-dozen different ways without taking off your clothes. Suck your tits through your shirt. Slide my hand into your panties. Keep giving you my cock just like this, so your clit gets all the attention. Turn you around and—”
“Can we get naked?” she breathed, interrupting him. “I want to feel you against me.”
He was already moving her to the side so he could open the passenger door. “Climb into the backseat. Let me see how pretty that pussy is.”
7
Monica’s legsshook as Josh set her down. He opened the passenger door and levered the seat forward.
Heart racing, she scrambled into the backseat. There was a dim overhead bulb illuminating the space, but it cast shadows, too, so it somehow felt darker in the car, and then darker still when he crawled in after her, closing the door—killing that overhead light—and taking up all the space.
Both of them were breathing hard, audible in the cavernous space.
“This is a big back seat.”
He grinned at her inane comment. “Big enough.”
She peeled off her shirt, and he sent it sailing into the front seat.
His gaze dropped lustily to her black bra, which was doing the Lord’s work in displaying her tits to their absolute best potential.
“I’ve never fooled around in a car.”
“We’re breaking all the rules tonight.”
“Take off your shirt. Let me see you, too.”
“In a minute.” He leaned in and traced the curve of her breast, his fingers sliding into the cup of her bra enough to make her thighs ache and her nipples pull tight. “I thought about how fucking pretty your tits would be, and I was wrong. They’re better than I imagined.”
“It’s the bra.”
“It’s not. But let’s get rid of that to be sure.”
“Your shirt first.”
He sat back and rolled that up his torso. She surged forward, needing her hands on his flesh in the same way he’d just touched her. Reverently. He looked thicker through the middle with his shirt off, heavily muscled on the sides, and she had a flashback to that morning when she watched him do lat pulldowns with ease.
Screw putting this guy on Instagram, she wanted a private feed of photos of his body for her own personal pleasure.
