“This,” I murmur against her jaw, “is going to happen.”
She breathes fast, hands braced on my chest. “Right now?”
I smile. “Right here.”
She’s still straddling the space between wanting to think and needing to feel, but I’m already past the point of negotiation. I push her back gently into the passenger seat, lean over her, kiss her like I’m starving—and I am.
I take my time. I learn the way her breath catches when I bite her bottom lip, the way her thighs tighten when I run my palm up under her skirt. She makes a sound, sharp and needy, and I swallow it with my mouth on hers.
She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. “You’re not going to be gentle, are you?”
“No,” I say, voice rough with how much I want her. “Not tonight.”
The city lights shimmer in the window behind her. She’s gorgeous in the dark. And as I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, I already know I’m going to take her apart in this car.
13
LILA
The second I’m on his lap, his hands are already under my thighs, dragging me closer, and his mouth is back on mine like he means to erase every inch of space between us. I kiss him hard, greedy, open-mouthed, all tongue and teeth, and he takes it.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” I murmur against his mouth.
He growls low in his chest. “That’s the idea.”
I grind down and he’s hard already, thick through his pants. The pressure feels perfect between my legs. My breath punches out, and he leans back just enough to watch my reaction like he’s storing it for later.
“God, you feel good,” I whisper, rocking against him again.
He fists a hand in my hair, tight, controlling, tipping my head so he can kiss me deeper, rougher. His other hand slips under my shirt, palm flat over my stomach, sliding up until his thumb brushes the edge of my bra.
“You want this?” he asks, voice dark and steady.
“Yes,” I snap. “I wouldn’t be on your lap if I didn’t.”
He pulls the bra cup down, exposing me without ceremony, and lowers his mouth to my breast like he owns the right. His tongue flicks over my nipple then he sucks hard, and I jerk forward with a strangled gasp.
“Fuck, Ethan?—”
He holds me there, mouth hot and possessive, hand braced on my lower back to keep me from squirming away. My thighs tighten around him and I’m panting now, heat rolling up my spine, everything inside me tightening.
He switches to the other side without warning, licking slow then biting, and I moan sharp enough to fog the windows. The glass is already damp and what little room is in the car is thick with our breath and the sound of my hips grinding against his.
“You like being on top?” he mutters against my skin. “Grinding down on me like you’re desperate?”
“Iamdesperate,” I pant. “So do something about it.”
He drags his hand down between us, over the waistband of my skirt, and slides his fingers beneath it without hesitation. His knuckles brush the thin lace of my underwear, then he cups me fully, fingers pressing right where I need them.
“You’re soaked,” he growls.
“I’ve been soaked since you kissed me.”
He curses under his breath, shifts his hips, and the friction makes my whole body shudder. I clench around nothing, desperate for more, but he just keeps touching me lightly,deliberately, like he’s punishing me for making him wait this long.
“Tell me what you want,” he says.
“I want your fingers inside me,” I say, blunt and fast. “I want your mouth on my neck and your hand on my ass. I want to come on your lap and make a fucking mess of you.”
