“Mmm.” She peels the collar of my jacket back and buries her lips against my neck, biting until it stings, then sliding her tongue across to soothe. “I liked being with you today.” She slips her hands beneath my shirt, stroking my stomach withthe tips of her fingers. “I feel beautiful whenever you’re around.”
“Youarebeautiful.” I drop my head back and groan as her grinding hips set my willpower alight.
Touch, Dean. Taste… a little. But don’t take.
“This is the best December I’ve experienced in a good long while, and it’s because I get to look at you whenever I like. Get to piss you off.” I cup her jaw and pull her closer. “Get to screw with your strict need for control, which is kinda nice, since I know you’re accustomed to being the one in charge all the damn time.”
She snorts, digging her hands between us and unsnapping my belt with deft fingers. “I hit you with my car before you’d even had a chance to annoy me.” She undoes the zipper and slips her hand into my shorts, then she fists my cock, squeezing just tight enough to emphasize exactly who is in charge. “Imagine what I’ll do now that I’ve really gotten to know you.”
“Ride my cock, hopefully.”Stop it, stop it, stop it! But I don’t stop it. I can’t. I’ve never wanted something so much in my entire fucking life. “Anna…” My breath escapes on a shudder. “I can’t be trusted to make good decisions right now.”
“It’s fine. I’ll make them for both of us.” She glides along the length of my shaft, pressing the pad of her thumb to the tip of my cock, and one-armed, she fights the sleeve on her jacket. She wages war with the puffy material, grunting in the limited space of her car. “Shit.” She releases my cock—the fucking injustice!—and sits up tall, banging her head on the ceiling. She shoves her jacket off, her hot breath bathing my face, then hitching herself up, she goes to work unsnapping her jeans and peeling the denim along long, creamy thighs. “Maybe don’t judge me, okay?” She tosses her jeans aside, thesteel button smacking the passenger side window with a noisyting, then she plops back onto my thighs and drags her sweater up. Her shirt. Her fuckingeverything, until all that’s left is her sexy black lace bra and undies. “Guys probably hear this a lot, but I swear, I don’t normally fuck men I’ve only just met.”
“Judgeyou?” I choke out a desperate laugh, leaning forward and stealing her lips with my own.
Blood roars in my veins, both pleasure and searing, aching pain—the latter because of my shoulder. But when she goes to work dragging my shirt up, I let her.
Fuck yes, I let her.
“I don’t judge anyone.” I cup her tits and tweak her nipple between my thumb and finger, elongating the tip and counting—two, ten, a million—goosebumps as they sprint along her flesh. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.Shamelessly.” I move closer and take her nipple between my lips, my cock swelling in response to her delicious cry, then I drop my hand between her legs and take so much more than I should.
I slip my fingers beneath her panties and groan at her soaked heat. Her throbbing tempo. I test at first, just a small touch, a teasing glide of my fingertips. Then I dig the digits deep inside her core, holding my breath as she grips my hair and rides my palm.
“Jesus, Anna.” I wrap my aching arm around her back. “You’re perfect.”
“I wanna feel you.” She fists my cock and pumps savagely enough to draw me to my peak. She taunts me with the humiliation of blowing too soon. Leads me to the edge, promises a safe landing, and smiles about it.
The fucking succubus.
“I don’t wanna be proud anymore,” she pants. “I don’t wanna pretend not to want you.”
“Thank God.” I tear her panties aside and swallow her cry, her desperate devastation as I steal my fingers from her core, then I meet her eyes, so soft and sweet and deep enough to swim within, and wait for her nod. For her approval. Her clearheaded consent. “Anna?” I rasp, my throat dry and aching. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She wraps her palm around my length and lifts to her knees, guiding the tip to her fiery opening and swallowing her trepidation.
She allows just a single moment of hesitation, then she rewards me with a vixen’s smile and drops over top of me, eating me up with a single slide and slamming her lips to mine so I get a taste of her cry.
Her panting breath.
Her fucking soul.
“Dean…” Moaning, she rides me like this is why we were created, squeezing my cock like she was made forme. Her hair fans around our faces, curtaining us inside our own world where all I see isher.
All I taste isher.
All Iwantis her.
“Shit.”
“You feel like heaven.” I flatten my feet on the floor and wait for her to establish her smooth rhythm, so as she stops at my tip, preparing to drop again, I surge high and fill her without a single lick of remorse. I covet her scream of delight, crush her succulent ass in my palm, and when her tongue comes out to play, I take possession of that, too, swallowing her down and vowing never to forget her flavor. “If you’d seduced me at yourhouse, I could have stretched you out on a fuckin’ bed. Ate you up.”
She chokes out a whimpering laugh. “Next time. Didn’t really think this through, but now I don’t wanna stop.”
“No stopping.” I bite her bottom lip and slam her onto my lap. The windows fog from our heated breath, the whole fucking car turns into an inferno until sweat trickles along my spine. Lifting her up, I slip my hand around her ass and wait, positioned, as she comes down again and her asshole gobbles my finger up.
So hungry.
So fucking perfect.
