Our eyes are locked, the whites of his gleaming in the moonlight. “Breathe, Cass.”
I inhale deeply and, when he nods, let out a long exhale. The way he’s staring into my soul sends a trickle of warmth down my spine, settling beneath my pelvic bone with a haunting ache. Feeling his hand slip further up my leg, under the relaxed denim of my vintage Levi’s skirt, I look down to make sure I’m not imagining it. Obviously, this was all my idea, but I didn’t expect my body to react the way it is. The wayRed, of all people, is making my underwear wet with a light stroke of my inner thigh should be criminal.
“Cute bracelet.” I smile at him, trying to ease the sexual tension between us by shifting focus to the thin barbed wire wrapped around his wrist.
Of course he has barbed wire on his wrist.
“You like it? Got you a necklace to match.” His hand leaves my leg and, for a split second, I’m longing for him to put it back. He shifts so the glow of a distant pole light catches, and I can see what he’s trying to show me. Below the dense forest of black ink trees sprawling up his forearm, there’s a tattoo along the back of his hand, running from thumb to index finger.
Barbed wire.
Before I can question what he means, his hand slips around my neck like a collar.
A barbed wire necklace.
“Fits perfectly, Cass. Looks sexy as hell, too.”
My breath catches in my throat, stuck right at the spot where his fingers are pressed into my flesh. An involuntary whimper escapes my parted lips and, although it’s dark, there’s no missing the way his nostrils flare.
Fighting to maintain my composure, I snarl, “What did I tell you about not saying dumb shit? Please, let’s just get this over with.”
“Jesus, you really know how to turn a man on, don’t you?” With a dramatic eye roll, he lets his hand fall back to my thigh, sending a course of heat up to my groin. “If you don’t want to do this, say so and I’ll stop.”
“No, I do. Keep going.”
Hesitant eyes narrow in on mine, not buying a word I’m saying. To prove I’m not having doubts, I lace my arms around his neck and smash my lips against his. They’re surprisingly soft and warm, melding with mine.Were they this soft when I kissed them earlier?The hair at the nape of his neck’s the perfect length to twirl around my fingers. Holding a steady hand on either side of my face, Red kisses back with an ardent groan. It’s sloppy and frantic and hungry and—to my astonishment—fucking good.Nothing like the tense, uncomfortable kiss we shared earlier. His hands run through my hair, and a bite of my bottom lip forces another whimper from somewhere deep in my chest.
When his hand reaches under my skirt, I roll my hips into him. My core tightens, begging for attention while the seconds drag even slower than his hand. I hate that I want him to touch me but,fucking hell, I do.
His finger traces the cut of my underwear, then nudges it aside so the tight fabric catches my sensitive clit. Electrical currents shoot out in every direction, and I can’t help the moan that Red stifles with his mouth. Repeating with the other edge, he lets my underwear gather between my labia. Even the slightest motion is enough to drag the thin cotton over my clit. Without thinking about what I’m doing, my hips rock gently on the car’s hood, shifting the fabric. Inching me toward bliss.
Red breaks our kiss, staggering backward a step. He hasn’t even properly touched me yet, but he’s watching. Intently.
“Fuck, Cass.Fuck.” His gravelly voice sounds desperate and, for some ungodly reason, that makes me even more wet. I want him to want me. I want him to keep studying me with pure lust. So I spread my legs further, pulling the thong fully to the side, and plunge two fingers deep inside myself.
So much for a quick revenge fuck. Now I’m masturbating on the hood of my ex’s car while Red, the insufferable cowboy, watches with a carnallook in his eye. Sobering up just enough to realize what I’m doing, I blush and rip away my hand.
“I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep going.” He grips his cock through his jeans, rubbing the bulge slowly and never taking his gaze off my body. “I want to watch Wells Canyon’s sweetheart make herself come right out in the open. Touch yourself, Cassidy. Play with your pretty little cunt for me.”
I swallow hard. I should say no. Tell him to go screw himself. Of all people, he shouldn’t affect me like this. He shouldn’t have mewantingto do anything he asks.
With soaked fingers, I find my clit, stroking with a feather-light touch and frenzied intensity. I arch my back, letting my blonde hair cascade down to the shiny, red metal, and prop a cowboy boot up on the hood to keep from sliding, praying it leaves a nasty scratch. Red moves to hold my legs steady and wide open, and I watch him watching me.
“That’s it—fuck your hand right here in public. You fooled me, Cass. I thought you were just a cock tease but you’re a total fucking slut, aren’t you?”
“No.” The word comes out hoarse, less than a whisper. I’m not. Not usually. I don’t know what the hell is happening to me right now. “Just tonight.”
“Just for me.”
“No.”Yes. But I’m not about to unpack why right now.“Fuck you.”
His chest heaves, and his face is flushed. Staring me down, he gnaws at his cheek, letting out a small groan now and then. His hand tightens on my shin like it’s taking everything in him to refrain from touching me anywhere else. With Derek, I would be self-conscious but, extra five pounds or not, Red’s making me feel like the sexiest goddamn woman alive.
“Oh my God,” I moan as warm liquid rushes through me, and my fingers slow to a lazy circle, riding out the storm. Red’s wide pupils reflect the moonlight and, without hesitation, he reaches out to feel the mess Imade. Lightly running a finger across my entrance and up to my swollen clit, sending an exhilarating shiver up the length of my spine.
“Holy fuck. Look at you—that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He slips a cool finger inside, stealing my breath. Instead of thrusting, like so many guys seem to do, he carefully draws the pad of his middle finger in a beckoning motion. Another finger slips in, and his eyes darken at my whimper.
“Making those sounds with only my fingers—you’ll be screaming when I really fill you.”
