"Idon'tknow," I said. "But I have ways of finding out." And with that, I turned and gave the back seat a significant look.
If I was going to find out anything, it would be there – not up front, where the center console would put a serious kink in all of the things I wanted to do.
As she followed my gaze, Anna chewed on her bottom lip. Even that gesture, as small as it was, went straight to my groin, making my erection surge against my zipper.
I almost felt like a kid in high school – messing around in a car and feeling too eager for my own good.
This whole thing was seriously messed up. I had, in Mackenzie's words, my own mansion. And in that mansion were more bedrooms than I needed.
Hell, I even had the kitchen table. And yeah, a washing machine for fuck's sake. But those were twenty minutes away andweren'tgoing to cut it.
I wanted Annanow, not later. And from the look in her eyes, the feeling was more than mutual.
Sure enough, with a breathless laugh, she made her move toward the back seat, not going out the door, but rather over the center console, giving me a nice view of her sweet ass as she crawled toward the back.
I gave her ass a playful swat, liking the sound it made over the wet fabric of her dress. With a laughing squeal, she dove forward. "Oh, stop it!"
She didn't mean it. That much was obvious. And if I had any doubt – which I didn't – the look of breathless anticipation on her sweet face told me that she just might get off on that sort of thing.
Nice.
And yeah, just a little nasty.
I liked it.
Anna Burke—she was full of surprises, wasn't she?
As for myself, Ididn'tgo over the center console.No.WhatIdid was open my car door.
From the back seat, Anna laughed, "No fair!"
I turned and gave her a shameless smile. "I know." And with that, I left the vehicle for just a moment before slipping back in through the rear door almost like I was civilized.
As I joined her in the back seat, I thanked my lucky stars that I'd driven the sedan as opposed to any of my other cars, which were seriously lacking when it came to room in the back.
Shutting the car door firmly behind me, I told Anna, "If you want fair, you've got the wrong guy." And with that, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard and heavy.
When she moaned against my mouth, I let my hand drift down the side of her neck and then to her shoulder. I nudged aside the soaked fabric of her little black dress, pushing its neckline down until the only thing standing between me and my mission was the sheer fabric of her lacy bra.
With a practiced hand, I nudged it aside, and took a hard nipple between my warm fingers. The nipple was cool and damp, just as I'd expected – but not for long. As I kissed her, I warmed it with light pinches and gentle strokes, alternating just enough to keep her guessing.
When the nipple was warmed to my satisfaction – andhers– I moved onto the second one and did the same.
Anna's hips were rising now, not a lot, but enough for me to know – as if the little sounds she made weren't enough – that she was ready and willing to do almost anything I wanted.
I knew exactly what I wanted first.
I wanted to make her cum with my fingers right here in the back seat of my car. When my hand slid down toward the inside of her thigh, she gave a little whimper of need that told me everything I needed to know.
As my mouth moved against hers, I stroked her thigh, edging ever closer to the crotch of her panties without ever quite reaching it. Her hips were moving more insistently now in a silent plea for me to give her what I knew she wanted.
When I finally trailed a slow finger across her swollen center, she trembled in my arms and kissed me with an urgency that made me smile against her mouth.
Even through the panties, she was hot and soaking wet. With expert fingers, I teased the hardened knob to my heart's content, making her move against me in a desperate bid for more of what she liked.
Oh yeah, she was ready and then some. As the realization hit home, I felt a sudden urge to make her mine in every way that counted.
As we kissed, her hands fumbled for the button of my pants and then the zipper. When she freed me from the fabric and took my hard length into her warm hands, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
