I grab a hold of his briefs and frantically yank them down. Just enough. When he springs free and I’m reminded of the glorious bare sight of him, the inside of my mouth starts to salivate. If we were anywhere else, I’d take him in my mouth before he could say another word or move another inch. I bet he tastes even better than he looks.
To distract myself, I have to slam my eyes shut and use his forehead against mine for balance.
“Kiss me,” I breathe out. “Put your dirty hands all over me and?—”
He cuts me off when my hips begin to roll and grind down on him again, this time with only the flimsy bit of my underwear keeping me from dropping down and letting him fill me.
A snap sounds from behind me and my bra falls into his lap in front of me. Breaking the kiss, he ducks his head and leans me back, taking my right nipple into his mouth. His thumb flutters over the other one and I gasp for air, blinking up at the ceiling.
I almost collapse into the steering wheel when his mouth takes the place of his finger on my left breast, this time biting down enough to send a thunderbolt of pleasure straight through me. I whimper when his lips and tongue trail over it then, perfectly light and soothing.
“Don’t move,” he growls as he leans forward slightly, reaching one hand down to his jeans. I pant, impatiently, but I follow his order and stay still while he rummages through his pockets.
Finally, after a minute and a few curses, he’s pulling a condom out of his wallet, ripping it open with his teeth, and sliding it over his hard length.
Everything happens in slow motion after that. Our lips meet and my soft body melts against his. He rips off my underwear with an alarming lack of effort. Then, like one end of a match lighting the other, his hips rise to mine. I brace my hands against his chest and slightly lower myself on top of him, feeling his tip teasing at my entrance.
Before he’s finally inside me, that solid grip of his stills my hips once again. I groan in frustration, begging him with sweet torture in my eyes.
“I’m not going to fuck you—” he starts.
I hold my breath and roll my lips into my mouth, biting them fiercely and closing my eyes.
“Unless you’re mine.Reallymine. No fake bullshit.Mine.”
My gaze snaps open. His jaw is flexed as we stare at each other. I count three quick breaths before speaking.
I had no backup plan going into this. Maybe the reason for that was because failing once again was not a viable option for me. Or maybe the reason was because unconsciously, I knew it would work. Thatwewould work.
“Put me out of my misery, baby,” he whispers.
When this first started, I pretended to hate Warren because I liked him so much that it scared me. I pushed him away, but he never left. Not once.
I press my forehead against his and my thighs begin to burn from holding myself up and not sinking down on him completely yet. It’s a sizzling tension that’s pleading for me to move.
“I’m yours,” I continue. “I’vebeenyours. Getting hurt doesn’t scare me anymore.”
“I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know,” I whisper. “Warren?”
“What, baby?”
“Please fuck me now. I want to feel all of you inside me.Please.”
In the next second, his hips flex up and he pulls my hips down at the same time. No slow build, no hesitation, and no further thought.
I suck in a sharp breath and hold my open lips over his. His fingers dig into me when I clench around him. It’s a delicious burn, and I don’t dare move. Not before I memorize the feeling.
Clearly, Warren does not have the same plan, because after a few moments, his strong hands are lifting my ass and slamming me right back down.
“Oh,god,” I scream.
A blaze of heat surges through my body, leaving a tingly yet numb feeling all the way to my curled toes. I bite down hard on the top of his shoulder every time I rise up, then come crashing down on him once again.
“Can you feel what you do to me?” he growls into the side of my hair while gripping it with his fist. “You feel so perfect, Savvy. So tight. I want to lay you down and fuck you into the goddamn floor.”
“Yes,”I moan into the crook of his neck. “Do it.”
