“Yes,” Reed says.
Andi passes the camera up as if it’s on fire.
I almost smile at how quickly she gets rid of it.
Perfect.
I want her coming on my hand before we leave this vehicle.
Her breathing is short. She grabs her knee and stiffens, pretending to pay attention to Reed as he thumbs through the card.
“That one right there,” she says, causing me to bite my lips together. “That one. I like that one.”
The way she’s forcing herself to keep a normal voice makes this so much sweeter.
Because she definitely isn’t talking about the photo.
“This one?” Reed asks.
“Yeah, right there—that one,” she quickly corrects herself.
Her hand tights on my knee as she trembles against me. She starts to squirm like she’s holding back her release.
We turn into a tunnel, and I take a chance to bite the left side of her neck.
“Give me what’s mine, beautiful,” I breathe in her ear.
We’re just minutes from The Red Attic. My pace picks up, the increasing force causing her to dig her nails into my thigh. I can’t help my smirk, the absolute triumph of her on the verge of an orgasm in this back seat.
Shit, I’m going to have to think of something to get rid of my own fucking erection.
I wish I could see the expression on her face as her pussy grips my fingers. She rolls her hips toward my hand as if the memory of where we are has slipped her mind. Even so, she’s quiet.
She’s fuckingsilent.
All except for the sharp breath she sucks in before she comes hard around my digits.
Goddammit, I want to kiss her.
A long exhale leaves her. I swirl that release over her clit, making her flinch before removing my hand from between her thighs and simply leaving them on her stomach.
"So perfect," I breathe in her ear.
The lights of the club come into view. It’s packed, and James circles the block once to ensure things are clear before riding around to the back entrance.
I don’t want to pull my hands away.
Reed passes back the camera, and as the rest of them open the doors, eager to get inside, Andi fumbles with putting away her things. I pretend to be helping her, though when I look up, I realize no one is paying us any attention. Reed and Bonnie’s doors close, and Zeb leaves his open for us to exit.
James gets out of the car and stands by the open door. I hear him lock the others, and the moment I know that door is the only one anyone can get through, I grab Andi’s face and haul her lips to mine.
The kiss is insane and desperate and filled with all the yearning I’d felt having to see but not touch her today. I don’t even know where my hands are—her face, her neck, her waist, pulling her into my lap. She groans into my mouth as she straddles me, her hands raking through my hair.
“No one’s ever made me come that fast in a room full of people,” she says between our kisses.
I take her chin between my fingers and hold her face steadily in front of mine. “No one’severmade you come like I do,” I claim. “I can feel it in the way your entire body quakes with your orgasm, in the way you respond utterly to me. Like you’ve never known what it means to die of pleasure.”
She inhales a jagged breath. “Does this mean youdoknow?”
