"I've been walking around like this for days," she breathes.
"Like what?"
"In heat." She rolls her hips against my hand. "Thinking about you inside me at all hours of the day."
I push two fingers in, and her mouth falls open. Her nails bite into my shoulders as I curl upward, finding that spot on the first try.
I know this body. Not a single detail has faded.
She grinds down, chasing the feeling. I let her use me for a few seconds—watch her face go slack, watch her breathing stutter.
Then I pull my hand away.
Her eyes snap open. "Don't you dare."
I slide my fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean while she watches.
"Get on my cock and take what you want."
Keira doesn't waste another second. She reaches down and grips me, positioning me right where she's dripping, and sinks down.
We both stop breathing.
Her forehead tips against mine. Neither of us moves.
I soak in the feeling of her around me—tight and bare andimpossibly hot. Rain pattering somewhere distant. Her shaky exhale mixing with mine.
Then she moves.
Rolling her hips in a grinding circle that has me gripping the leather hard enough to hear it creak. She finds her rhythm quickly—rising and sinking, taking me deep enough that her breath hitches every time she bottoms out.
I can't stop watching her.
The way her lips part. The way her eyes go hazy. The way her body moves like she's been thinking about this exact moment.
"Fuck, Keira." I grip her hips but don't guide her. I just hold on while she takes whatever she needs.
She rides harder. The Bentley rocks on its suspension, windows fogging. My hands slide up her ribs, pushing the sundress higher, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.
She arches into the touch with a sound I feel in my spine.
"You have no idea what you look like right now."
She opens her eyes. Peers down at me. And the expression on her face nearly has me coming apart.
I yank her down and kiss her—messy, graceless, all teeth and tongue. She moans into my mouth. Her rhythm falters. I feel her starting to tighten.
"That's it." My lips move against hers. "Use me. Just like that."
She picks the pace back up. Faster now. Her thighs are shaking. Her fingers dig into the back of my neck. Every time she drops down, a sharp, punched-out sound escapes her.
I slide my hand between us, pressing on her clit with my thumb. One slow circle and her whole body jerks.
"Tristan." Barely a whisper.
She's close. I feel it in the way she's clenching, in the tremor running through her thighs, in the way her movements are getting desperate.
I press harder, thrusting up into her. "I've got you."
