“Hear me out. Just hear me out for a second.” She pleaded, unbuckling the seatbelt and twisting toward him. It was obvious by the clench in his jaw he had something else to say, but he stared coolly at her.
“Just this once. No promises, no commitment. Just give into this heat building between us.”
“Sierra, I don’t—”
She’d cupped his jaw and moved her face closer, their lips almost touching. Their breathing shifted, almost in sync. Her fingers slid over his cheek, chin and throat. She whispered huskily, “Please,” before pressing her lips against his, sinking her body against his side. He stiffened at first, then rewarded her with a moan; Jacob cupped the back of her head, holding her still, and she opened up to him. No pretense behind what she wanted from him.
Her hands clutched the labels of his jacket, pulling him closer as she sank into the heady kiss. Her teeth nipped his bottom lip and tugged slightly. He groaned, and she felt the press of his other hand on her cheek and neck. She shifted her hands to the collar of his shirt and began to loosen the buttons until she could feel the flesh of his neck and part of his torso. Her fingers ghosted over the coarse hair and she raked her nails across his chest.
Her head fell back, his kiss slow and seeking; he had pressed harder against her lips, his tongue sweeping in and capturing hers. Her breath hitched and she began sinking, where nothing mattered but the heat building over their bodies. All her senses were heightened—the scent of his cologne left her dizzy, the silence almost deafening.
Passion blazed between them, and she could feel his hand slide from her cheek to her collar bone. She groaned, loving theglide and press of his tongue against hers. She tried to move closer, but the center console dug into her hip.
Without breaking the kiss, she pushed against his chest; he fell back, and she thanked her yoga and Pilates lessons as she followed. Her dress hiked to her hips as she lifted one leg and rested her knee on the door, opening herself. His hands shifted down, supporting her as she straddled him.
“Sierra, wait a minute.” He said against her mouth. Distinctly not waiting, she moved her lips down his cheek to his neck, where she sank her teeth into soft flesh and suckled. “God damn woman, what are you doing to me?” he groaned.
When she settled on his lap, she took his hand and placed it near the swell of her breast, near her thundering heart. “You feel that. You’re affecting me just as much as I am affecting you. And don’t deny it. I can feel your hard cock underneath me.”
His eyebrows rose. “I need to get the condom out of my wallet in my back pocket.”
“Oh, good point.” She said cheekily before boldly reaching over his hips, down his ass, and he lifted slightly; she felt the head at her entrance, and it felt good. She was wet and ready for him, ever since they touched shoulders at the bar.
She placed his wallet, with the condom inside, within reach, then straightened on top of him. Sliding her hands up the curves of her body, Sierra released the button holding the front of her sequined mini dress together. It fell softly and exposed her flesh to his eyes, a gaze that ran over her like a caress. The headlights he hadn’t turned off gave them enough light to see each other. The blue of his eyes was almost completely drowned out by his arousal, his pupils enlarged.
“Ever been fucked by a one-night stand in your car?”
“No.” he said huskily.
“Well, tonight is your lucky night. And you owe me.” She chuckled before lowering her mouth back to his and moved his hands to her bare breasts. She knew what she wanted, and the no attachment she’d promised him would end up a sexual addiction they couldn’t shake and marriage between them.
Chapter 10
Jacob stood up, despite the boat still rocking, and made his way to one of the windows looking out, his grip tight on the sill to keep his balance. He’d hoped that moving about would shake the memories of his marriage and the day he met her from his thoughts, but like a dam, it burst and he remembered the first time he had a taste of her in his car. He had never lost control over himself with a woman, but his need to have her consumed him. She was like a siren singing a sweet song, and he was her captive.
Once they began kissing, things moved quickly. “Sierra wait a minute.” He said against her mouth, and she moved hers down his cheek to his neck and she sank her teeth their and suckled. Marking her territory, he fleetingly thought.
He’d imagined what her sucking would do to his cock, and it almost broke through his pants. “God damn woman, what are you doing to me?” he had groaned, pressing his feet against the floor of the car.
The fog in his brain cleared enough at one point for Jacob to remind her about using a condom. Sierra had slid her hands down his body, leaving a trail of heat before entering his pocket, the wallet was set nearby and was promptly forgotten when Sierra unclipped her dress and it fell like it fell softly down, exposing her flesh to his avid gaze that ran over every inch of her bare skin and pert breast, her brown nipples already hard and eager for him to lick and suck them.
The light from the headlights gave him a good view, even in the dim interior of the car. Her nipples were already hard andeager for him to lick and suck them. Her brown eyes looked dark in the car.
She’d lowered her mouth back to his and moved his hands to the bare breasts.
Her skin felt like velvet under his hands, her nipples brushing his palms; he wanted to taste them. But the sweep of her tongue in his mouth distracted him. Even knowing she was trouble, Jacob was turned on when a woman reveled in her power over a man. Both breathed in each other’s moans as she sank into the kiss. Her mouth traveled over his and her tongue seeking his out, sliding in and caressing back and forth against it. He cupped the back of her head and then pushed his fingers into her curls, pulling on her hair, bending her head back for him to lick and suck his way down her neck, then her chest, and the treasure awaiting him eagerly.
He sucked her hard tip into his mouth, his tongue tracing the raised skin. She brought her head to his ear and ran her tongue down the length of the shell. The thought of her tongue doing that to his cock had him rock hard. She suckled the cartilage and bit down, a sweet pain that left him groaning.
Jacob could feel her wetness and heat through his pants; he lowered his other hand, sliding it in between them and cupping her. He felt fresh liquid pour onto his fingers.
Did she just squirt? Damn me.
Her hand joined his and then pulled it back up; his fingers wet with her dew, she sucked them into her mouth, tasting herself, moaning her enjoyment.
Jacob almost came in his pants like a schoolboy.
His teeth clamped down on her nipple and he suckled it hard before releasing. Sitting back in the seat, he pushed his hipup tight against her, wanting to drive his cock home. “Damn, I want you so fucking bad.”
