“Are you still nervous?” I ask.
Her eyes darken. “No.”
“Liar.”
She pulls her hand free and grips my tie.
That surprises me.
Then she drags me to her and kisses me.
I don’t hesitate. The second her mouth is on mine, the careful restraint I had wrapped around myself begins to tear. I cup the back of her neck and take the kiss deeper. She makes asoft sound against me, already opening, already clutching at my jacket like she needs to be closer and hates that she needs it.
I pull her across the seat and into my lap.
She gasps, but she comes willingly, knees on either side of me, red dress riding up her thighs beneath the coat. The car turns, and she grabs my shoulders to steady herself.
“Careful,” I murmur against her mouth.
“You started this.”
“And you climbed onto me.”
Her eyes flash. “You pulled me.”
“You let me.”
That shuts her up.
For three seconds.
Then she kisses me again, harder.
I slide my hand under her coat, over the curve of her waist, down to her hip. The silk is warm from her body. My fingers tighten there, and I feel her tremble.
My cock hardens immediately beneath her.
She feels it, and her hips still. Then, slowly, almost testing herself, she moves against me.
A rough breath leaves me.
Her eyes widen, and a satisfied little smile touches her mouth.
Dangerous girl.
I catch her jaw in one hand. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Maybe I want to see what happens.”
“You already know what happens.”
“Not everything.”
The honesty in that almost destroys me.
I kiss her until her smile disappears. Until she’s panting into my mouth. Until her fingers are in my hair and her body is rocking against mine in small, helpless movements that make my control feel like a thin wire pulled too tight.
My hand slips inside her coat and finds the edge of her dress. I pull the fabric lower, just enough to expose the top of one breast.
