He throws money onto the table, and we hurry back out to his car. It’s parked in a darker part of the lot, and without a streetlight, the shadows would make me uneasy if I were by myself. Right now, it’s perfect.
Pulling him to me, I lean against the side of his car and kiss him. His hands roam over my body, and I slip a hand down to stroke the bulge in his jeans.
I realize I’ve never seen him in jeans, either. He looks like a completely different man tonight.
“We can’t go to my place,” Tyler groans as I kiss his neck. “Rachel’s at the condo getting the rest of her things.”
“My roommate is home, so we can’t go to my place,” I say, resting my head on the hood of his car as I pant.
I don’t know if it’s true, but I don’t know if I want to risk running into Decker with another man. It’s awkward enough as it is.
Opening the back door, I smile at him, letting him climb in first, and I follow.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
I just nod, and he unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down to his ankles. In the process, he grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom, slipping it on in record speed.
Pulling my panties off, I swing my leg over his lap and guide him into me as I lower my body onto his. He grabs my hair at the nape and pulls to expose my neck as I move along his length.
“God, Holly, yes,” he mutters and kisses my neck.
This is wrong. This is so wrong, but it feels so right in this moment. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s seeing my boss not as my boss. Or maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t had sex in the backseat of a car in years.
I’m wearing a button-down blouse, and he quickly undoes every single one to expose my chest. My bra hooks in the front—oddly convenient—and he’s sucking on my bare nipple in no time.
“Tyler,” I moan, rocking my hips as I continue to ride him.
“You’re so gorgeous, Holly,” he whispers. “I’ve thought about this for so long now.”
Damn it, Mona was right.
His hands replace his mouth on my chest, his thumb rubbing over my nipple, and he reclaims my mouth as I rock my hips. He does know how to kiss. I’ll give him that.
Tyler feels good. Not great, but there’s a sort of nostalgia about it. I had sex in the backseat of a limo after prom—a terrible experience losing my virginity—but I did go out to the woods and park with my boyfriends. Fooled around and had fun without going all the way. It reminds me of that.
Headlights flash into the backseat, and Tyler pulls me to his chest, making sure I’m covered until the darkness takes overagain. The reality of what we’re doing hits us, and it kind of puts a damper on the appeal.
“We should hurry this up,” I whisper in his ear.
“What do you suggest?”
Flipping around, I ride him reverse cowgirl, bending down to the center console in the front, making sure that if headlights shine on us, I’m not exposed. Tyler holds my hips and thrusts as best he can in the confined space, moaning as the windows begin to fog up.
“Shit,” he mutters.
He thrusts faster, driving as deep as he can while holding me in place until he stills beneath me. I feel the familiar spasms as he fills the condom.
I’d gotten close, but not close enough. “That’s okay.”
“I… Fuck… Holly…”
Climbing off his lap, I fix my bra and shirt while he adjusts himself. Reality really hits now.
“I didn’t mean to come that soon—”
“It’s okay,” I assure him again.
“No, it’s not.”
