“Hmm. I don’t know. Got any ideas?” Her words warm the tendons in my neck.
“Oh, I’ve got a shit-ton of ideas, Miss Serran.”
“Yeah? Tell me.”
I book it down the parking ramp, muttering when I find the roll-up door closed. I don’t want her to stop what she’s doing, but the device to open her garage is in my gym bag, which is in the backseat, which?—
Metal clanks as the door rolls. I don’t hate her magic tonight.
“You were about to share some ideas…” she prompts me.
Right.I look at my lap, at her pretty fingers wrapped around my fabric-cloaked dick. What I wouldn’t give for her to slide me out of it. “I think I’m going to start by spreading you out on your kitchen island until you make it so filthy it’ll leave a mark on the stone that I’ll get to look at when I make you breakfast tomorrow.”
As I jet the car down the parking ramp, she murmurs in that throaty pitch of hers, “Presumptuous that you think I’ll let you spend the night.”
My lids flinch. The instant I slam into one of her parking spots, I twist my key in the ignition, snap off her seat belt, then mine, and shove my seat as far back as it’ll go. Then I grab her around the waist and resituate her on my lap.
A soft yelp slips through her teeth when our centers collide.
“Baby, you left me on fucking read for four days,” I growl. “I started to think I lost you. I’m not fucking losing you again, and yeah, that means I’m spending the night in your bed. Probably with my head or dick buried between your thighs.”
A sharp intake of air swells her chest, making her taut nipples dig into the supple suede.
I set my thumbs on them and rub. “How’s your pussy?”
“Hmm? What?”
“Still sore?”
Her lashes flutter. “Sore? What?”
“From our first time.” I lean forward to press a kiss to her bobbing throat.
“It’s been four days. I’m fully recovered.”
Though she holds my shoulder with one hand, the other has returned to my erection and freed it. I don’t dare to hope that her objective is a quickie in the car, so I don’t suggest she grab a condom from my bag. But God, I wouldn’t object.
Her touch suddenly grows bolder, her strokes quicker. My thumbs hold still, and then they skid right off her nipples, because she’s just used my crown to draw aside her underwear.
I brace my hands on her ass, my heart pounding so hard I can barely breathe. My eyes drop closed as a dark groan escapes me.
“Electra,” I croak.
“Yes, Cillian?”
As she bastes me in her slick heat, I whisper, “I wanted this to be good for you…to take it slow.” I don’t pretend to understand why. I just know it matters to me, for the same reason hervirginity did. “If you sink down on my dick right now, I’m going to blow like a shotgun before I can get you off.”
“Youaresleeping over, aren’t you?”
My fingers tremble from the strain of holding her up when all I want is to slam her low.
“Were you planning on taking me just once tonight?” she asks, all sweetness and innocence.
This woman…
Blood pounds through my body, hitting hard enough to unbalance me. Thank fuck I’m sitting.
“I think you should let go,” she hums, teeth grazing her lower lip as she glances down our bodies.
