I reach out, sliding my hand along her jaw, my thumb brushing the warm skin under her cheekbone. Her breath breaks like she’s been holding it in since we left the water.
My mouth claims hers in one decisive pull, heat meeting heat, her lips opening beneath mine. She gasps softly into the kiss, fingers fisting in the collar of my shirt like she needs something to hold onto.
I pull her closer. She meets me halfway.
This isn’t the soft, exploring kiss from the water. This one is messier, hungrier. Her mouth moves against mine. Our breaths tangle, ragged and uneven.
She shifts. One knee over the console, then the other, as she slips into my lap. Her thighs settle firmly around my hips, and the car suddenly feels too small for the amount of want packed into it.
A moan involuntarily breaks loose from my chest when she fully sits. I drag her closer at the waist, her pussy aligning against my cock in a way that deletes half the words in my brain. She kisses me again and something inside me gives.
“Kate…” My voice scrapes out, rough around the edges. “You drive me insane.”
Her forehead rests against mine for a beat, her breath is warm, pupils blown. For a moment we just stay there, suspended, breathing into each other like neither of us wants to move first.
It starts with a slow roll of her hips and heat slams through me like a tidal wave, my grip tightening at her waist.
“Fuck—careful.”
She does it again as her mouth brushes along my jaw. The sound that leaves me is half warning, half need. My hands travel lower, guiding her into place without thought, anchoring her exactly where she can take what she wants. When her lips start to travel down my neck, my hips lift, searching for more.
“Katie,” I rasp, voice scraping like it’s been wrung out of me. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
She lifts her head, eyes steady and sure, confidence rolling off her in a way that makes her seem taller, brighter—a woman who knows what she wants.
“Oh,” she murmurs, mouth grazing mine, “I think I’m starting to.”
My hands frame her face before I even think to move. Her skin is warm beneath my palms, her lashes low, waiting. “I didn’t want tonight to turn into something sexual,” I admit, thumb sweepingher cheekbone. “I wanted you to relax. I just wanted to be with you, no expectations.”
Her lips curve, soft but knowing. “Cam…do you hear yourself?” She kisses me slow enough to scatter every intention I had of stopping her left. “You make me feel seen. You put this whole night together. And you’re shocked I’m turned on?”
I breathe out a laugh. “So free time and a decent man are all it takes?”
A wicked grin forms on her lips. “No. You’re what it takes.”
Then her voice dips, fingers curling into the back of my neck.
“Let me feel you,” she whispers. “I want to come, Cam.”
Something hot unfurls in my gut, sharp and thick and impossible to ignore. My voice is barely audible when I answer.
“Then use me,” I tell her. “Ride me right here. I want you shaking in my lap, Katie.”
Her response isn’t verbal, instead she presses her forehead to mine again and starts to move. Longer strokes this time, deeper pressure, her hands sliding up my shoulders for balance as her body finds rhythm.
The truck shifts with us. My fingers dig into her hips. Her breath stutters against my mouth. Every movement builds—heat and pressure and want that shortens every breath and blurs the edges of everything else.
Her forehead drops to my shoulder, her hands gripping me like she needs to hold as much as I do. Her body trembles, finding a pace that hits exactly right, over and over, pulling soft, helpless sounds from her throat that drive me fucking crazy.
“Cam, I’m close—” she whispers, breaking on my name like she’s barelyholding on.
“I know,” I breathe, my own control unraveling fast, my cock reacting to every roll of her hips, every tremor, every ragged breath she spills into my neck. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”
Heat snaps through my spine in one clean rush, without warning. She trembles once, just enough to drag me over the edge with her. I tuck my face into her shoulder as I come, arms locked around her body while we ride it out together, breath tangled, hearts hammering like we crossed a finish line we didn’t plan for.
She melts against me, chest pressed to mine, her fingers curling loosely in my hair. I hold her there, steadying both of us as everything slowly slips back into focus.
“Did you come?” she whispers through her breathing,
