The hand between my legs paused, and I bit down on my bottom lip. Was he coming to his senses? Going to leave me hanging here, in worse shape than I’d ever been?
No. He’d laid me back for a reason, and it became clear when his fingers worked to undo the snap of my jeans. He wanted to give himself more room to work with, and my breath hitched. His brown eyes studied me intently, watching for any sign I didn’t want him to go further.
Instead, I gave him an enthusiastic nod.
He blew out a heavy breath, as if he were grateful, and dropped my zipper slowly, tooth by tooth. All the while, he continued to gaze down at me, watching every staggered breath I took. His fingertips were cool as they grazed the skin low on my stomach, just above the waistband of my black panties.
Then they dipped beneath the fabric and inched lower...
The first touch of his fingers against my clit was so shockingly pleasurable, I gasped and arched my back, bowing up off the seat.
“Fuck,” he groaned appreciatively. “It’s so warm and wet in here.”
My face heated. I was so turned on, I could hardly stand it, and he could tell. I peered up at him through my lust-lidded eyes as his hand stroked inside my pants, the action wringing a moanfrom my lips. There wasn’t much space in the passenger seat, but I eased my knees apart to give him better access.
To make it easier for him to rub the pads of his fingertips where it caused more moans to leak from me. The sensation felt so good, it forced a hot electric current to surge through my body.
Tension tightened in my core, climbing toward release. I placed a hand on his wrist, not wanting him to stop, but signaling how close I was.
Oh, God, I was so close.
My eyes fell shut under his command, knowing he was watching me with his bottomless gaze.
And when it became too much, I tipped my head back, cried out, and went tumbling over the edge into ecstasy. It shuddered through my center, followed by delicious aftershocks. His hand slowed to a stop, and it seemed he couldn’t catch his breath any better than I could.
As the orgasm and the buzzing in my ears faded, he dropped a kiss on my lips. Slow, unhurried. As if nothing existed outside of this car. Finally, he withdrew his hand, grasped the zipper pull on my jeans, and worked the zipper closed.
I tried to sit up, but he pressed me back into the seat.
“Sleep,” he reminded.
When he moved to lie down on his tender back, my gaze traveled down to below his belt.
“You don’t look like you want to sleep.” It was hardly a whisper.
For a moment there was no reaction, no change in his intense expression. Then he gave a lazy smile. “True, I don’t want to. But I need to. It’s safer this way.”
I turned on my side toward him, the exhaustion taking hold now that he’d released the tension. As I set my hand on his chest, I wondered what exactly he meant.
23
JASON
I woke much laterthan I would have liked. We’d have to stop for more supplies when we got close, and also dinner, which meant we’d arrive near sunset. It’d make it more difficult to check that the cabin was secure.
I grimaced when I brought the seat back to its original position. Sleeping in the tiny car had done nothing to recharge me, and my ribs ached with every breath. I’d wanted to sleep on my side and off my back, but the steering wheel was in the way, making that impossible.
Also making it impossible was the girl still asleep in the passenger seat, her wavy blonde hair covering one side of her face. She looked fragile and unassuming now, but I knew better.
Laurel wielded an inexplicable power over me, the ability to destroy any rational thought.
She didn’t stir when I started the car, and I tried not to recall what we’d done together before she’d fallen asleep. It had helped her but made sleeping more uncomfortable for me. It took forever for my hard-on to go away.
We hadn’t taken off our clothes, and she hadn’t touched me. And yet I’d never been so turned on in my life. I’d wanted to take her shirt off. I’d wanted to take her pants off. But what I didn’t want to do was have sex in the cramped, piece-of-shit car.
My resolve not to let that happen would have crumbled into oblivion if she’d done anything more than hint at that possibility. I wanted her so badly, kissing her was no longer enough.
We weren’t on the road for long before she woke. If she was irritated I hadn’t woken her up, she didn’t make a comment. As far as I was concerned, she could be as rude as she liked. She deserved the sleep.
