“I have no idea how to drive this thing,” I groaned as I slid into the seat.
“The pedal on the right is the accelerator. That makes the car go faster. This large one in the middle is the brake—”
“I know that much, thank you.”
“Just checking.” Morrie leaned over me to grab the seatbelt. As he brought it across my chest to snap it into place, his hand grazed my breast. The touch waseverything– it seared through my soaked hoodie like fire, touching my heart until it ignited into an inferno.
Morrie stiffened, freezing in place. His spoiled, indulgent smile arrested me, but his eyes focused on something behind my head. His chest heaved.
“Morrie, look at me.”
He kept staring at that spot as he choked out, “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I whispered.
“Because if I look at you I’m going to drag you out of that seat and fuck you against a tree, and then you and I are going to go take the fake passports I’ve got stashed in a locker in London and hop on a plane to start our new lives in Monaco. And none of that is a good idea.”
I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his chin. The breeze kissed his skin with coolness. I pressed my fingers into his skin, wrenching his head around to face me, forcing him to look, to face up to the reality he’d created.
The eyes that met mine swam with emotions so complex and dark that my breath hitched. I toppled into those icy depths, and all that was Morrie closed over me, pulling me under into an ocean of pain and lust and hating and wanting and fear and disbelief.
A roar tore from Morrie’s lips – an outburst so devoid of his usual mastery over his emotions that he must’ve been channeling Heathcliff. That raw, aching need clenched around my heart and spread warmth through my limbs.
Morrie lifted me from the seat like I was nothing. I wrapped my legs around his lithe body as his lips met mine in a punishing kiss. Holding me in his arms, he staggered around the front of the car and laid me against the hood.
I gasped a little as the coolness of the metal bit through my clothes. Morrie covered my mouth in his, swallowing my yelp as he bore down on me with the full fury of his need. Morrie’s hands were everywhere at once – tangled in my hair, gripping my shoulders, wrapping around my back to press me into him, wrestling with tugging up my shirt and rolling my leggings over my feet.
He wasn’t being his usual tease, wasn’t trying to drive me to the edge and pull me back again. This wasn’t a game. The uncertainty of our future wrapped around us, pushing against my skin, making me want more of him, all of him, right now. I wanted to crawl inside Morrie’s skin and kiss away his pain from the inside.
Morrie hiked up my skirt and hooked a finger into my panties. I gasped as he tore away the scrap of fabric and threw it over his shoulder into the bushes. What the fuck? That was my favorite underwear, and it wasn’t cheap.
But I didn’t have the breath in my lungs to complain, not with Morrie kissing down my chest, kissing over the ribs, his lips on my clattering heart.
“I need to taste you one last time,” Morrie choked, his hands cupping my ass, his shoulders holding my thighs down, spreading me wide as his tongue made contact with my wet folds. My head fell back, and I tried to grip the hood of the car as he lapped at me.
Morrie worked two fingers into me as he kept licking. I could already feel the orgasm building – the thrill of doing this in the middle of a clearing on top of a police car combined with his tongue working its magic and the fear that this might be the last time I felt his skin on mine. The whole thing was just so typicallyMorrie, I almost couldn’t stand it.
Shivers ran over my skin as raindrops toppled from the leaves, but the fire shooting through my veins as Morrie’s tongue swirled around my clit kept me warm.
Morrie thrust a third finger inside me and sucked my clit into his mouth, driving me right to the edge. I tilted my head forward just enough that our eyes met, and that sent me flying headlong into an orgasm.
My body convulsed, nearly slipping off the slick hood as I shuddered through the wave of pleasure roaring through my veins. Morrie’s hand on my arse gripped tighter, holding me upright, claiming me as his.
I lay back against the hood, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. Morrie leaned over me, that spoiled smirk playing on his lips because he was one smug bastard and he’d never forget that for long. He slid his hand from under my arse to place beside my head, fingers splayed over the hood, while his other hand unclasped his belt and slid his trousers over his hips.
I let my legs fall to the sides, trusting him to hold me. The soles of my Docs skidded against the metal, and I slipped down a little, right onto Morrie’s waiting cock. A groan tore from Morrie’s lips as he entered me, that cocky twist of his mouth opening into an O of pleasure.
I lifted my hips as he drove deep, hitting just the right angle to wind me up until I was shaking and desperate again. Morrie’s body shuddered against mine as he tore away his need to control and gave over to the chaos that reigned inside him. He pounded into me, relentless, punishing, as a raw sound that was half-groan, half-scream tore from his lips.
I was trapped inside his fury, and Ilovedit. I did my best to thrust my hips up to meet him, but it was impossible to move on the hood without sliding off. Morrie flipped me over, dragging my hips back to plunge into me again. I gripped the wing mirror to hold myself still as he drove into me from behind, spanking my ass a few times. The crack of his palm against me only drove me into him harder, my back arching as another delicious orgasm flared through me.
Morrie’s nails dug into my hip as he came undone around me, thrusting one more time as deep and as hard as he dared, his head tossed back, an inhuman sound issuing from somewhere inside him. His cock quivered and unleashed, and the man I loved who tied himself up in knots needing to be the dominant, the master, the one in charge, gave himself over to me completely and utterly.
Morrie lay on top of me, his chest heaving, his sweat slick against my skin. Finally, he drew back, and it was as if he pulled a mask over his face – hiding away his vulnerable side behind the cocky, arrogant Morrie I knew and loved so well.
Morrie tugged off his shirt and handed it to me. “Use that to clean yourself as best you can. I’ll take at with me and burn it at the cabin. That will prevent my DNA transferring to the car.”
My limbs trembled as I pulled up my leggings, tugged down my sodden hoodie, and climbed back behind the wheel. I had so many things I wanted to say to him, but I knew if I spoke, I’d burst into tears. Morrie’s gaze bore into me as I eased my foot onto the accelerator, rolling the car down the path until Morrie was nothing but a tiny shadow in the rearview mirror.
