That’s all he says as he pulls his pants back into place and grabs my hand.
I don’t give her a chance to sass me this time.
The second I get my breath back, I grab her wrist and pull her with me out of the bathroom, through the bar, and straight toward the back parking lot. I barely hear the music playing inside anymore, barely notice anything but the woman at my side, her steps quick to keep up with mine.
She doesn’t fight me. Doesn’t ask where we are going.
She knows.
I noticed her car earlier, parked toward the back, away from most of the others. And that is exactly where I am taking her.
The cool night air hits us as we step outside, but it does nothing to cool the fire still burning through me. My pulse is still pounding, my body still thrumming from what she just did to me. But this time? She is the one who is going to break.
When we reach her car, I stop and turn to face her, my grip still firm on her wrist. She looks up at me, breathless, her lips slightly parted, waiting.
“Open the door,” I order, my voice lower, rougher. “Get in the back.”
Her brows lift slightly, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Oh? Is the rookie giving orders now?”
I don’t hesitate. I reach up, wrap a hand around the side of her neck, and tilt her head back just enough to make her look at me.
“I’m not asking, Amelia.”
I feel the shiver roll through her, the way her breath hitches just enough to tell me she likes this. The control. The way I’m not letting her run this time.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, but she doesn’t argue. Doesn’t push back.
Instead, with deliberate, slow movements, she reaches for the handle and pulls the door open.
Then she slides into the back seat and looks up at me like she is daring me to follow.
I grip the top of the car as I gaze down at her. “Good girl.”
Then I climb in after her and shut the door.
Amelia barely has time to settle before I’m on her.
The second the door shuts behind me, I grab her by the hips and pull her onto my lap, her knees bracketing my thighs as she straddles me in the dim glow of the streetlights. She gasps at the sudden movement, her hands flying to my shoulders, but I don’t give her a chance to regain control.
Not this time.
Pulling her skirt up to where I want, I feel her heat instantly.
“Be a good girl,” I murmur, my voice rough as I drag my lips along the column of her throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her skin. “Ride me.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Already giving orders?”
I smile against her skin, my hands sliding up her thighs beneath the hem of her skirt, gripping firmly. “You like it when I do.”
She doesn’t argue or push back. Instead, she rocks her hips just enough to tease… just enough to make me groan and grip her tighter.
“I can feel how wet you are, Phoenix.” I drag my lips along her jaw. “You need me just as bad as I need you.”
She inhales but still has that defiant glint in her eyes as she leans in, her mouth brushing over mine. “Shut up and let me take what I want.”
I barely have time to register what she’s doing before she is rolling her hips against me, pressing down, and fuck, I lose all patience.
I grab her waist and lift her high enough to line her up with my cock, which is ready for her.
