She smiles. “You told me one day you were going to beg for a chance.”
“I did.” My eyes hold hers.
She unbuckles her seatbelt and crawls into my lap. Her breath mixes with mine as she straddles me, leaning in.
“You begged for me,” she says, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“I crawled to you, too,” I reply, smiling back.
Her fingers rest against my chest, right over my heart. “Why did you bring me here, handsome?”
“Because it’s one day,” I say, skimming my lips over hers. “Time for this place to mean something different.”
She rocks her hips, gasping as she meets the hard length of my cock, and I grip her waist, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us.
“Hey,” I murmur, breathless. “Your leg okay, baby girl?”
She nods, forehead resting against mine. “Good as new,” she whispers. “I promise I’ll tell you if it starts to hurt.”
I search her face for a second longer, then capture her lips, kissing them softly at first. Her hands slide up my neck, fingers threading through my hair as she arches into me. I toy with the hem of her shirt, my fingers teasing the fabric until she bites down on my lower lip. My thoughts scatter in the wind, and whatever control I have left snaps. We break apart just long enough for me to tug her shirt over her head, my gaze dropping to the black lace hugging her perfect breasts. A low groan slips free, and I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by how badly I want her.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn incredible.”
My hands cup her breasts, lifting, kneading, savoring the way her body responds as her head tips back on a moan.Her hair spills across the steering wheel, moonlight shining down on her skin and lighting her up. I bury my face in her warmth, breathing her in.
“Going to fuck these one day,” I murmur, pulling back.
“You can do whatever you want to me when you look at me like that,” she says, her eyes locked on mine.
“Yeah?” I lift a brow, testing her.
She answers by rocking her hips again, and heat courses through me, lighting every nerve along my spine. I thrust into her without thinking, my cock straining painfully against my zipper, the need overpowering me. I fumble for the lever, pushing the seat back, creating space.
“Lose these,” I say, tapping her shorts.
She laughs under her breath and shifts in my lap. The confined space turns us clumsy as I hold her hips. Her back hits the steering wheel, elbow knocking into the door as she fumbles with the button. Her hips wriggle as she tugs the shorts down, a frustrated huff slipping out before she finally kicks one leg free, then the other.
My thumbs dig into her as I watch a pretty pink flush creep up her neck. Her hair comes loose from its ponytail, strands falling around her face as she tosses her shorts and panties to the floor.
“This is not graceful,” she pants.
I smile, my mouth going dry at the sight of her bare pussy hovering over me. Reaching up, I unclasp her bra with one quick pinch, watching her breasts fall free. A growl rips from my chest, need crashing through me as my fingers trail down her body, over her curves.
“Touch me,” she pleads, rocking into me again.
Her citrus and apple scent floods my senses, shattering the last of my restraint. I unsnap the button on my jeans, shoving them down my hips along with my briefs. Herfingers are already at the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my head. When I fall back against the seat, we stop. Our breathing turns rough, uneven, the air between us thick and electric. I take her in like this—flushed, hungry eyes locked on mine—and my cock weeps at the sight of her.
“We can play later,” I say, voice low, rough. “I need to fuck you.”
“Thank God,” she says, gripping my hard length.
I watch as she slowly sinks down on me, my chest tightening at the way her pussy grips me, and I moan without restraint.
“Goddamn,” I growl, pulling her closer, my hands threading through her hair, holding her tight. “I’ll never get enough of this.”
“Hunter…” She exhales, rocking her hips desperately, eagerly.
“Ride me, baby. Show me how much you need me.”
