The world around me dissolves.
No one ever touched me like this. Not with such delicacy. Like something she wants yet she’s afraid.
My hands find her thighs, gripping tighter than I mean to, my thumbs tracing upward without permission as she moves against me, and she’s definitely feeling every inch of me pressing through the few clothes there are between us.
The rain runs over us now, soaking through everything, turning every point of contact into something hotter and wetter.
Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance, but the storm is already here, pouring down hard enough that we’re completely drenched.
I pull her up without thinking, one hand under her, the other steady at her back. She wraps herself around me instantly, arms circling my neck and something about the way she does it so automatically blows me away.
As if this is us now.
As if she’s claiming me.
She doesn’t have to. I have a strong feeling that I’ve fallen harder and deeper than I ever meant to.
I walk us around the car, opening the backseat door and throwing her in, following instantly. The heavy rain gets muffled, the loud thuds hiding us here. She looks at me, fire in her eyes.
“You’re soaked,” she whispers.
A silent laugh escapes me as I look at her, her dress glued to her body.
“So are you.”
I take a deep breath to calm down and kiss her jaw, slowly kissing a trail toward her ear, then diving into her neck.
She tastes like something warm and sweet, highly addicting.
Her fingers slide under my shirt, touching me everywhere she can reach and sliding the material up until she’s taking it off me. I pull away for a second and help her pull it over my head.
I don’t even think—I just move. One second she’s pulling me in, the next I’ve got my hands on her hips and I’m dragging her down with me. Her back hits the seat with a soft thud, her breath catching, and I’m already above her.
My knees shove between hers like it’s instinct, like my body made the decision before my brain did. She opens for me without hesitation, and the heat of her legs bracketing my hips nearly knocks the sanity out of me.
I cage her in with my arms, rain dripping off my hair onto her collarbones, the drops making a tiny puddle of rain in her neckline.
My pulse matches the heavy raindrops hitting the car. My mouth hovers over the spot under her ear, devouring her skin there and trailing kisses down her neck, sucking the rain off and fighting the urge to actually sink my teeth in her.
What’s wrong with me for god’s sake? I feel like I want to bite her until she hurts, until she screams.
She’s whimpering in my ear, the sounds making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I quickly and discreetly adjust myself, hoping she doesn’t notice how painfully hard this is getting for me. I’m fighting every cell in my body to not overdo this.
I don’t want to ruin this.
I don’t want to scare her away with the fucked up shit that’s happening inside my head when it comes to fucking.
Her hands are all over my naked back, then she puts her fingers under my belt again, pulling me down into her. I let her tuck me in, no space left between our bodies, the hard ache in my jeans settles right into her core.
She gasps so loud when she feels me there it nearly finishes me on the spot.
I pull away and sit up too quickly, dragging a hand through my hair as I exhale, trying to steady myself. My eyes never leave her.
She stays sprawled across the leather seat, her legs still resting against my hips, her expression caught somewhere between innocence and something far more dangerous.
What the hell is she doing to me.
My lips find her inner knee, pressing slow kisses. A soft sound slips from her, her eyes falling shut, and I don’t stop—my lips tracing a quiet, unhurried path higher.
