His lips curve into a smile as he tells me, “You know it wasn’t a guess.”
“So, you cheated.”
There’s tension in his jaw as he asks, “Why can’t you accept that I get you? And that he doesn’t.”
I cross my arms over my chest and turn my face away from him. “It doesn’t matter. He’s still my best friend. We’ve been a part of each other’s life forever. And you can’t change that.”
“He wants more than you’ll ever feel for him. You’re never going to give him what he wishes for every night.”
“Sure.” I’m annoyed that I can hear the amusement in his tone as I try to keep turned away from him. He doesn’t let up. I feel the car shift and realize it was him moving closer.
“When you’re lying in bed touching yourself at night, who’s in your head? It’s never been him, has it? Because he doesn’t do it for you.” His fingers thread in my hair. “Who do you imagine when you’re all alone and not hiding from yourself?”
“Not you.” Because that’s what he’s asking.
His tongue darts out, trailing down my neck. “Right here. There’s a slight twitch when you lie.” He continues lower. “And here. No matter what you do, you can’t control it. So, I know you’re lying.”
“I hate to burst your cum-bubble, but you’re wrong.” He’s not. But he doesn’t need to know that.
“Then you’ve thought of us, what it’d be like.” His palm drops to my thigh, slowly gliding under my dress as his other handguides me to meet his eyes. “The sooner we do this, the sooner you can be rid of me. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t rather my help.”
Fuck. There’s no point in lying. I’m ready to be out of here and the further up my dress his touch moves, the more I want to feel it everywhere else. I concede, already regretting it. “It changes nothing. It’s for Mercy, nothing more.”
The way his sexy laugh vibrates over my skin tells me I’m going to regret even more than I thought. I expect him to rush to get it done, but his hand slowly slips under my dress. His finger hooks on the side of my panties before he pulls them down as I shift in the seat. Once they’re around my ankles, I kick them off and take off my heels. I thought climbing a Ferris wheel in the shoes would be impossible. This seems more challenging.
He’s liking watching me as his palm leisurely returns to my thigh, trailing under my dress as he inches closer. Leaning into me, his grip tightens in my hair as his hand strokes over me.
His mouth on mine as he utters, “You’re so fucking wet, Ivy. Tell me you don’t want this. Lie to me again.”
“Just shut up before I change my mind.” And I hope he does because I don’t want to back out of this arrangement as his finger slides inside me then deliberately pulls out and rolls over my clit. My mouth instinctively parts, letting out a moan as his lips move to mine.
His kiss starts soft and slow but becomes impatient before his mouth drops to my neck. “Relax. You’re in your head. You’re allowed to enjoy it. Don’t think about anything else.”
“Oh, like what? Maybe that the guy who bullies me is currently fingering me in his car in a parking lot for a stupid game at the request of some faceless morons. No reason to be tense.”
“It’s just us in here. No game. No one else.” He trails gentle kisses over my neck before pulling back to look at me. “I won’texpose you to anyone.” Just when I think he’s being sweet he adds, “You’re mine.”
“Yeah. Totally not, but that doesn’t change our current predicament or audience.”
“Come here.” Luca guides me over the console to straddle him. “You’re covered better this way. And I can’t say I mind the view.”
His finger slowly brushes over the swell of my breast.
“Nice move. But it’s not like they can’t see us through the windshield.”
“They know what’s going on in every single vehicle and probably wouldn’t even know if we didn’t. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the assignment.” He leans forward enough to drag his tongue over my collarbone. His hand moves between us, his finger sliding inside me. “Just concentrate on me.”
“Oh yeah, so helpful.” My hips rock as I ride his hand. I grip the material of his T-shirt and hold on for dear life.
“Your pussy thinks so.” He covers my mouth with his.
“Just been a while. Doubt the other party would make a difference.” I know it’s not a time frame thing. It’s him. And that alone peeves me.
His other hand grips the back of my neck, keeping me to him. “You’re never going to want anyone else to touch you. They’ll never make you feel like I do.”
“Stop talking.”
But he won’t let me off that easy as he whispers in my ear, “The things I’d do to you. My tongue would know what every inch of your body tastes like.”
