She feels it. How hard I am. And in response, she rolls her hips. Tania is going to be the death of me.
I break the kiss. “Get in the car.”
She does.
I follow, climbing into the backseat. She’s already there, reaching for me, pulling me down. The space is tight, the windows are fogging, and I don’t care about anything except getting my hands on her.
I kiss her again. Slower this time, tasting her. Her hands are in my hair, nails scraping, and I groan into her mouth.
I move to her neck and bite gently. She arches, giving me more access.
“You taste so fucking good.” I drag my mouth along her collarbone.
She moans, and my hand slides under her shirt. Her skin is warm and soft under my palm. She arches into my touch, and I spread my fingers wider, feeling her ribs and the curve of her breast through her bra.
“Callum.” Her voice is breathless.
“Yeah, Red?”
“Touch me.”
I pull back enough to see her face and take in her expression. Flushed. Breathing hard. Pupils blown wide.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
She grabs my wrist and guides my hand lower.
I groan. “Fuck, Tania.”
My fingers find the button of her jeans. I pop it open and drag the zipper down. She lifts her hips, and I slide my hand inside. I drag my hand over her panties first, and she’s soaked through the fabric.
I press the heel of my palm against her. “You’re drenched.”
She gasps. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I rub slow circles over her clit through the fabric.
“More.” Her hips buck against my hand. “This isn’t enough.”
I slip my hand under the elastic. She’s slick and hot, and I can’t breathe. One finger slides inside. She clenches around me immediately.
“Oh, God.” Her head falls back.
I curl my finger, and she whimpers. “That’s just one. You want another?”
“Yes.”
I add a second finger, pushing deeper, and she gasps. Loud. Her hips start moving, grinding against my hand.
“That’s it.” I watch her face while I work her. “Take what you need.”
She’s riding my hand now. Desperate. Beautiful. Falling apart.
I lean down, mouth at her ear. “You look so good like this. My wife, soaking my fingers in the back of my car.”
She moans, and I kiss her to swallow the sound. My thumb finds her clit, circling, applying pressure, and her breathing goes ragged.
“Callum.” She’s close. I can feel it. “I’m going to?—”
