I choke out a laugh, the tension breaking just a little.
“What is it?” he asks as I pull into a quiet alley between two abandoned warehouses. No one should see us or bother us while we figure out a route home.
I park and turn off the engine, turning to him.
“And all that giggling,” he continues, his voice tight. “Was it really necessary?”
“Yes, it was necessary. I told you, it was all an act.” I can’t help it. I laugh again, shaking my head. “You’re jealous. I can’t believe it. You’re actually seriously jealous.”
I expect him to deny it, but he doesn’t.
“Damn straight I’m jealous,” Grim growls, and the sound goes straight through me. “It took everything in me to keep from reaching over and taking his eyes out. From tearing off an arm and beating him with it. Do you have any idea how fucking angry I am right now?”
“I do,” I whisper, and it comes out breathless.
And this time I mean it.
Grim is pumped. His muscles are straining against his T-shirt, making it stretch tight across his chest. His eyes are stormy. He reeks of danger. I have no doubt that he could do everything he just said.
He sniffs the air, and his eyes widen slightly. “You’re wet for me right now.”
“We almost got caught,” I say, but we both know that’s not the only reason.
My hands shake as I undo my seatbelt.
Grim nods slowly. His jaw is tight, every muscle in his body tense. He looks mad, but I know better. He’s aroused. I look down, and sure enough, his erection is tenting his sweatpants.
I’m not sure who lunges for whom first.
One second, we’re sitting there, staring at each other. The next, his mouth is on mine, and I’m kissing him back like my life depends on it.
It’s wild. It’s crazy.
His lips are demanding, his tongue pushing into my mouth without asking permission. I open for him, meeting his tongue with my own. The kiss is rough and desperate.
My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand tangles in my hair, gripping tight. It’s not painful, but possessive.
I moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound.
Then I’m climbing over the center console, straddling him, pulling up my dress. The movement is awkward in the confined space, but I don’t care. I need this. Need him.
He rips off my panties with one hard yank, the fabric tearing easily in his strong hands, while I pull down his sweatpants, freeing his cock.
It springs up, thick and hard and ready.
I’m breathing hard. My chest is heaving. But then so is his.
I’m so wet I can feel it. Can feel how ready I am for him.
What the hell is wrong with me?
But I don’t care. Not right now.
I grip his cock in one hand, using the other to hold on to him. Then I’m sinking down on him, taking him inside me in one smooth motion.
His eyes go hazy. Mine roll right back.
We both groan long and hard.
