“No problem. I don’t need the pressure of trying to get a hit.” He shifts, bringing me closer, his hand sliding under the denim waistband. His finger thrums against my panties, and I gasp.
“Zan,” I whisper, knowing we shouldn’t but not having it in me to fight him too hard.
“Goddamn it, Romy. Tell me you’re wet for me right now.”
“You’re starting the dirty talk a little early, aren’t you?”
“Are you?” He ignores my question.
He pushes past the edge of my panties, his finger coasting under the elastic. My head falls back against the window with a sigh.
“That’s my girl. Wet and warm for me,” he whispers.
“God, Zander…”
He withdraws his finger and brings it to his mouth, rubbing his bottom lip before snaking his tongue out and licking. “Open those jeans, Romy. Pull them down so I can see your pussy.”
I straighten in the seat. “Oh my god, no! DeSoto is standing at the back of the truck. Are you crazy? We cannot do this here.”
“Oh, yes, we can.” His hands go to my hips, and he eases me back into the position I was in. “I might not be able to get off, but you sure as hell can.”
“Then you’re going to be sporting a hard-on in the middle of the game. That’s not the bat you’re supposed to be playing with out there.”
He laughs, but God help me, he pops the button of my jeans, and I don’t stop him. His fingers dive under the waistband, gliding along my stomach. That’s all it takes. I slide the zipper down and scoot them low enough.
“There you go.” His voice is laced with seduction, and I am here for it. He pulls my panties aside and stares, his teeth locking down on his bottom lip. “Shit. So perfect. So fucking perfect. And all mine.”
His thumb lazily circles my clit.
“We should not be doing this.” But there’s zero fight in my voice.
“What do I have to do to get you to pull your shirt up and slide down those bra cups?”
“I am not going to sit in this car half naked for anyone to see.”
My words don’t stop Zander, and his thumb’s lazy pace makes my heart race.
“That’s a Zander Shaw perk. Tinted windows.” He quirks his eyebrow.
“Oh, the perks.” I chuckle low in my throat.
“Come on, baby. Show me those tits.” He applies a little more pressure, and with it, the promise that I’ll be coming soon if I cooperate.
God help me, I do what he asks. I tug my shirt up and pull down the cups of my bra.
“Just as perfect as your pussy.” He leans forward and captures one nipple in his mouth, his teeth scraping along my sensitive skin, before he kisses the valley between my breasts. “I need you.”
“You can’t have me yet. You have to wait. Maybe we put a little wager on this.”
He draws back and looks at me in the eye. “A wager? Sounds interesting.”
In the meantime, his fingers work me over, sliding, circling, pushing me closer to the edge.
“These hormones make me lose the ability to fight you on this.”
He withdraws completely, staring me in the eye. “Don’t blame your hormones, baby. I’m getting you hot because I’m your boyfriend, and I know exactly how to get you off.”
He plunges a finger inside me, and my head rocks back against the glass.
