“I mean it,” he says.
“I know you do. That’s what’s killing me.”
He grins, and the breeze catches his hair, lifting it off his shoulders. He’s so beautiful in this specific moment that my chest actually hurts from it. He reaches past me to where a length of soft rope—a thin white one that looks brand new—is coiled on the seat, and lifts one end with a deliberate slowness.
“May I?” he asks.
There’s no hesitation. I offer my wrists.
He wraps the rope around them gently, holding my gaze the whole time, watching, waiting for me to say the word that would stop him.
I don’t because I’m craving for him to do whatever he wants with me. Tie me up, spank me, take me apart, have his way with me. I’m not running from this.
He lifts me off my feet, one arm under my knees, one behind my back, and he sets me down on the passenger seat up by the steering console with my back against the tall backrest. My tied hands are resting on the headrest above me. He kneels down between my feet, and the change in his eyes when he stares upat me from that position is something I’m going to remember on my deathbed.
“Spread for me,” he commands.
I try. The seat is narrow, and my knees can only open so far, so he scoops his hands under my thighs, tugging my hips forward and hooking my knees over the armrests on either side.
Fully open.
Fully exposed.
And the look he gives me is pureAlpha, a hunger so clear it would be terrifying if it weren’t also so entirely serious in his devotion to me. “You have no idea,” he says, “how good you smell, how beautiful your little pussy is, just spread and waiting for me.” His fingers trail the inside of my thigh, and I shudder so hard the seat creaks. “I’m going to put my mouth on you, and I am going to make you scream. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good girl.” He leans in, and the first touch of his mouth on me is my undoing. Not gentle or careful. The kiss of a man who’s been patient for too long and is done going slow, and I cry out, my head falling back against the rest as he goes wild—mouth, tongue, teeth on something he has been denied.
He’s doing exactly what I have been craving, and I can’t stop moaning, my body writhing. I’m falling apart under him so fast it’s embarrassing, panting for breath, and he shows no intention of stopping. Muscles spasm as pleasure builds up, surging through me.
“North, God,” I moan, and he watches me, his eyes on me while his mouth is full of me, enjoying seeing me falling apart. His earlier words, his teasing, did things to me I hadn’t expected, with a deep, commanding voice that covered me in shivers. And my body became someone else’s, not mine.
I come apart with my thighs clenching around his head and my back arching off the seat. Eyes closed, I ride that wave, lovingevery damn second of it, screaming my pleasure. But when I start to drift down from it, thinking he’ll ease up?—
He doesn’t ease up.
“North,please,” I gasp, laughing half from how ticklish I’m feeling and half from the fact that his stubble is driving me insane. “I can’t?—”
“You can.”
“I’m—oh?—”
He’s so proud of himself. I see it in his eyes as he sucks on my clit, killing me, pushing me. He licks and tugs harder, pressing his tongue into me, over and over, his nose on my clit, his hands keeping my legs spread wide. Trapped, I fall under his mercy until my brain explodes again. I cry out, shaking violently, a second orgasm tearing out of me so quickly that my body feels lifeless, satisfied. Only when I’m truly limp against the seat, gasping, does he release me, yet the burning ache remains, close to being unbearable.
His mouth. His chin. His nose. Glistening… And it’s sexy as hell.
He licks his lips and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. His eyes are almost black.
“You taste like heaven,” he groans, his voice rough. “I could stay down there for the rest of my life and be a happy man.”
“You are insatiable… And I love it.”
“Oh, I can tell, angel.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Stay right there for me. Don’t move.”
He stands, goes and grabs a bottle of water, and unscrews it before giving me a drink. The coldness is magic against my throat, some of it dribbling down my chin and racing between the valley of my breasts and lower still. I giggle at the coldness.
And he justlooksat me, then drinks down the rest of the bottle before setting it aside.
