“So, you’re worried about my shoes. But you’re still naked.”
A little chuckle moved through him as he swatted my ass before turning around to give me a great view of his as he walked back to the bathroom.
He came back out wearing his same outfit from earlier.
“Come on. Let’s go hit the store before it gets too late.” He grabbed my purse but plucked my keys out of them. “You’re passenger princess this time.”
I always drove.
It was my thing.
But somehow, I was okay with him being the one behind the wheel just this once.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Caymen
It was a bit of a haul to the closest store, but I didn’t mind—not with the company in the passenger seat, humming along with the radio. Besides, it’d been a while since I got to drive a car. The air conditioning was a relief. The one at the cabin was doing the best it could, but I made a mental note to pick up a box fan to blow on the bed when we got there. Sweaty sex was fine. Not being able to cool down afterward? Not so fun.
I reached over, grabbing her thigh through the barely-there material of her dress.
She glanced over, looking at me from under her lashes, her eyes immediately going heated.
And, well, what kind of man lets a woman get all worked up without… lending a hand?
“Caymen!” she gasped as I started scrunching up her skirt.
“You gonna try to tell me that I’m not gonna find you wet for me?” I asked, glancing over at her.
“That’s… not the point.”
“It’s my point,” I said, slipping a hand between her thighs.
Her head fell back on the rest as a sharp gasp escaped her when my finger traced up her (as suspected) wet pussy.
My thumb went to her clit as two fingers thrust inside her. And I knew, as her walls tightened around them, that all her objections were going to fall away.
Her hand grabbed my wrist, holding my hand between her legs as I started to circle with my thumb and fuck her with my fingers.
Her breath went fast and shallow. Her hips rocked restlessly. Her little whimpers turned into moans.
My only regret was that I had to keep my damn eyes on the road as she got closer and closer.
“Caymen…” she whimpered, her thighs starting to shake from tensing so hard.
I paused at the stop sign so I could turn and watch her as the orgasm slammed through her, making her cry out and crush my wrist in her hand.
Fucking gorgeous.
She panted for breath afterward, her eyes still squeezed closed, trying to hang onto the sensations for another minute.
But as soon as they opened and looked over at me, I slid my fingers away and slipped them into my mouth, loving the way her eyes went foggy with need, even after getting to come.
I knew Huck and Zayn were worried about the shipment. But some selfish part of me was happy to stay stuck in the damn safe house for a few days alone with Noa.
The rest of the drive was quiet but comfortable.
The store, however, was packed and too bright.
