Annoyed with everything, I sink my teeth gently into his jugular, earning a surprised grunt from deep in his chest.
He continues kneading and rolling, winding me up, but doesn’t move otherwise.
Almost like he isn’t sure what to do next.
For some reason, the hesitation is endearing. Sitting up, I meet his hungry stare. Something forlorn and needy unfurls in my chest. In my soul.
“Kiss me.”
His throat bobs. “Are you sure?”
“Learn by doing.”
“I know how to kiss,” he replies.
“Prove it.” I slide my hands along his jaw, threading the tips of my fingers behind his ears, and seal our mouths together.
The world tilts on its axis as our lips collide. Adrenaline and arousal shoot through my abdomen, setting me ablaze. My nipples scrape the fabric of his sweater as I lean forward, curling against him, and grind my hips downward.
He’sbig. I can tell that much through the layers separating us, and suddenly I want nothing more than to have him inside me.
His tongue slips tentatively past my teeth, flicking against mine as one of his palms finds my spine, pressing me tighter into him. Once more, I’m taken aback by the chill of his touch, and I make a noise of surprise that he swallows.
I feel trapped, unable to move within the compact space of his embrace, but it doesn’t particularly bother me.
If anything, the restriction heightens my senses. The scent of his cologne envelops me, and his frigid fingers relieve my heated flesh.
“You’re cold,” I mutter against his mouth.
“You’re hot,” he sends back.
“Very astute observations there.”
He pulls away, just an inch or so, wiping a bit of saliva from the corner of my mouth. “Is it bothersome? The temperature? It’s not something I can…turn off, but…”
A blush stains his cheeks, and my heart hammers behind my rib cage.
“No.” I shake my head, leaning into his grasp. “It feels amazing.”
He kisses me again, abandoning my breast to cup my cheeks. This time, it steals my breath, throwing me completely off-kilter as he maneuvers me, deepening the gesture, seeking more.
More, more, more.
My brain chants that single word over and over, craving everything all at once.
Chest heaving, I lift my ass to grant him better access, but he keeps me flush with his lap.
When I reach for the fly of his pants, he pulls away on a staggered grunt. He watches as I work the button free with shaky fingers, then leans in, sweeping the hair from my shoulders.
“Is this part of the role?” he whispers, lips grazing my collarbone.
Nodding, I lean over the console, patting my coat pockets for the condom tucked inside. I straighten and slide back on his thighs a bit, tearing the foil with my teeth.
“Opening night,” I manage.
“We skipped some rehearsal.” He pushes my dress up, exposing my lace panties. Black with a little red bow on the front.
“Haven’t you ever done a cold read?”
