I grasp her neck and draw her close. Her hand stays down between us, sweeping up and down over me as I whisper against her ear. “Would you let me take you here? Would this count toward that task?”
Her breath hitches.
“You think you have the upper hand, but what if I pulled those panties aside, Isabel? What if I pulled you down onto me until your cries fill this car?”
She quivers against me, pleasure coursing through her from nothing but my words. I want to do exactly as I’ve promised, but I’ve already made up my mind.
“We’re going to finish every single item on your list. The easy stuff first—cliff jumping, snorkeling… everything.”
She nods, hanging on my every word as her hand tightens on me. My heart hammers.
“Thenwe’ll talk about the wild sex part.”
As understanding dawns, she tugs her hand out of my pants with a huff. Already, she’s up on her knees, reaching for the door handle. I lock it before she can get out. In fact, I wish I had a zip tie.
I take hold of her chin gently and tilt her face back toward me with impatience. “What, Isabel?”
“Nothing. It’s fine.” She fights against my hold on her. “Let me out.”
I can’t contain my smile as I try to decipher the motive behind her sudden mood change. “Are you upset I’m helping you?”
Her nostrils flare with anger. “No. I just thought you’d be a little more interested. I mean, seriously, I can go find—”
Before she can finish that train of thought, I bunch her dress back up, gathering it in one hand. My other hand snakes between her thighs.
“Don’t,” I say brusquely.
Right now, her scent fills my car: her perfume, her shampoo and bodywash—it’s such a tantalizing combination.
“You don’t think I’m interested?” I ask, dipping my hand between her legs, stroking her.
She swallows but doesn’t reply. I’ve scared her a little.
My fingers slip beneath the fabric of her panties as I continue, “We’re a team now.” All she does is blink, already drugged by what I’m doing to her. “We complete the list together. All of it.”
She bites her bottom lip and nods frantically in agreement. Now, finally, I have her full compliance. And I want to milk it.
I circle my thumb over her, building her up to a breaking point. Once I’ve coaxed out a sexy moan, I dip two fingers inside her. Slowly, deliberately, she meets me halfway, lowering her hips and allowing me to take her like this. She’s so sexy. Once I’ve thrust my fingers all the way inside her, she squeezes her eyes closed and starts to rock her hips. I pump my fingers in and out as her legs shake.
The sounds she makes, her tight heat, the intoxicating way she sinks her hips even lower now. She’s so eager, so hot. I don’t even blink, don’t fucking breathe as I watch her every little movement. The way she starts to squeeze my fingers, pulsing with tight spasms, followed by a long, deep moan.
God, it’s intense to feel her come like this. I know I could get addicted to it.
My heart pounds harder than ever as I watch her. The aftershocks lessen. She looks weak and spent, but when her eyes open and she peers shyly up at me, all that passion comes rushing back.
She lets her hand slip down between us again, fisting me tightly. She’s so passionate, so incensed, I can barely catch my breath. It doesn’t help that I’m worked up after yesterday, so tightly wound that her hand feels like the softest thing.
“Madre mía, Isabel.” I don’t even pay attention to the string of Spanish that follows, my voice hoarse with passion.
“Stop or I’m going to make a mess of you…”
Her hand pumps harder, tightening even more. I try to grab her wrist and still her, but she doesn’t heed my warning.
Instead, she leans forward so she can string kisses along my jawline. Clearly she doesn’t care. She continues stroking me. Her warm breath caresses my skin.
“So make a mess of me,” she whispers, and with those filthy words, there’s no fight left in me.
Her demanding pace makes my thighs tense and jerk. My labored breaths feed into a deep groan as I pump into her hand and let myself go. It’s pure ecstasy for those moments, pleasure so good it’s blinding.
