The slow-burning kiss shot fierce desire through her veins, but it wasn’t enough, her body needed more contact. Breaking off the kiss, she lifted herself over the console and straddled Nate’s lap, wiggling to get comfortable.
He hissed at the sensation then cupped her face and brought her lips back to his mouth. Skimming his hands down her body, he gripped her butt, guiding her to rock against what was growing hard and strong underneath her. She didn’t need encouragement. It was exactly what she wanted to do too.
Nate’s hand wove its way behind her head, and he buried his fingers into her hair. “So sexy,” he said as his lips skimmed her mouth, along her jaw, and down to her neck.
Sucking in a deep breath, Jade tilted her head to the side, and his tongue swirled in circles against her pounding pulse.
God, Nate made her body tremble like she’d never experienced before. The few men she’d been with had never set her on fire with a mere kiss. She’d never lost herself in the passion of the moment. It was like all those times she was only going through the motions.
Sure, she’d had fun, but this…this was another level. It was out of this world. And she couldn’t get enough of him.
“Have you ever made out in a car before?” she asked, tugging at his shirt, jerking it over his head and throwing it toward the backseat.
She ran her hands along his smooth, firm chest. Muscles bunched under her fingertips, and his eyes hooded right before he leaned forward and placed his mouth on her breast, ripping a moan from her lips.
“That’s another teenage fantasy I never experienced,” he mumbled against her chest.
She sighed and broke out in goose bumps as his warm breath tickled her skin. “Man, you’ve missed out. It’s a good thing you met me to show you the way.”
Nate chuckled low and deep. “Thank God for that.”
A loud knock pounded at the foggy window, and they sprung apart.
“Out of the car please,” came a stern, firm voice.
“Oh God!” Jade scrambled off Nate’s lap, kneeing him in the groin in her haste to get to the passenger seat.
“Fuck,” he hissed, cupping himself.
“Sorry,” she said as she leaned over into the backseat to look for Nate’s shirt.
Another knock sounded at the window. “Out of the car now.”
The familiar voice was not happy. God, did Connor have a freaking tracking device connected to her she didn’t know about? Jade fumed as she busily searched for the shirt.
Nate must have opened the window because Jade felt a cool breeze on the back of her legs. Then someone groaned. “Not you again. And that arse up in the air better not be my sister!” He yelled so loud she was sure the entire city could hear.
Jade wiggled back into her seat, leaned over Nate, who was still shirtless—if she had her way, it would be twenty-four hours a day—and glared at her brother through the open window. “Are you following me?”
“No. I was on my way to work and drove past a fogged-up car practically rocking off its springs. Do you realize this is a residential area? There are houses all around you. And you.” He pointed a finger, and luckily not a gun, at Nate. “Haven’t you gotten my sister in enough trouble? Get a fucking room, or I swear to God, if this shit keeps happening, I’m arresting both your arses. I don’t care who the fuck you are.” With that, he stormed away.
Jade and Nate sat in stunned silence for a beat then burst out laughing. “Oh my God. Can my life get any crazier?” She giggled into her hands.
“For a second I thought I’d get shot.” Nate chuckled.
“He came close,” she joked. Well, she hoped she was joking.
“We should go, in case he comes back and really arrests us.” He flicked a glance toward the backseat. “Any luck finding my shirt?”
“Nope. You don’t need it anyway.”
His eyebrow rose. “I don’t?”
“Why would anyone want to cover up a body like that?” Her hand slid over his chest and tattoo. She would never get sick of the sight or feel of him.
As her hand wandered a little south, he clamped it in his own. A flare of heat shot from his eyes. “I have a better place to finish this than in my car.”
She pointed to the street. “What are you waiting for?”
