Her answer is both pleasure and pain. Pleasure, because she’s admitting to wanting me. And there’s the pain because there’s an expiration date stamped on us in bright red. And its “good until” date isn’t days, but hours. But given that for years I’d thought even minutes were impossible, I’ll take it. With gluttonous, dirty hands, too.
“Lift up your skirt,” I order, driving into the intersection. Need sinks its claws into my gut. With traffic, we’re only about fifteen minutes from her apartment, but this hunger for her can’t wait. I want something to take the edge off. And though we’re surrounded by cars in after-game traffic, my tinted windows provide some privacy.
Her swift catch of breath reaches my ears, and my grip on the steering wheel threatens to snap it into pieces while I wait to see whether she will obey me or not.
In the corner of my eye, her skirt inches up. The breath in my lungs deepens as the hem raises higher and higher and higher until it’s bunched around her upper thighs. But it still isn’t enough.
“Higher, baby,” I rasp. “And take off your panties. I don’t want anything between me and you.”
Slow, a voice whispers caution inside my head.Go slower with her. Even though I was inside her last night, it was in the dark, in a locked room. Here, we’re on the road, surrounded by other cars, and dusk is just beginning to fall. She’s exposed, and I’m asking her to trust me. Go out on this limb with me.
Another hesitation, and I catch movement. A lift of her hips, and then her hands skimming down her golden, smooth legs. A moment later, more thighs until, fuck, her soft pussy with its trimly shaved, dark curls.
Air rushes in and out of my chest. Goddamn, she’s beautiful. So innocent, yet so sensual.
Lowering a hand from the steering wheel, I lay it on the thigh closest to me. Stroke my palm over her silken skin. Ease my hand between her legs and slide two fingers into the most beautiful place in all of heaven and earth. Wet heat surrounds me, and I groan at the slick, tightness.
“Wider,” I demand—beg. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Let me in.”
This time she doesn’t pause but parts for me, giving me more access to her. Shifting over a little, I push harder, deeper. Her cry breaks over my ears like the sweetest lullaby. The sting of fingernails bite into my arm, but she’s not shoving me away. No, she’s clinging to me. Lifting into my thrust.
“Knox, please.” She whimpers. “OhGod…please.”
The light in front of me switches to yellow, then red. Thank.Christ. Shifting all my attention down, I withdraw my fingers, and my jeans strangle my erection at the physical evidence of her desire glistening on my skin. Starving, I bring them to my mouth, lick and suck them clean. Her flavor… Musky, bold, sweet. That sample only makes me hungry for more. To lay her flat, hold her wide open, and dive into her, eat her until she’s screaming and coming in me, on me.
She makes a sound—a cross between a groan and a sigh—and I look up to find her eyes on me. Watching me savor her. Lust gleams back at me. With a quick peek out my windshield to verify the light is still red, I graze her bottom lip with my damp fingers. Her breath puffs over my damp skin, and I press down on her tender flesh, then push forward until her tongue wraps around me…until she’s tasting herself and me. It might as well be my cock she’s licking, sucking. I shift my other hand from the wheel to cup and squeeze myself. The fierce ache wraps around my lower back, sizzles in my balls.
Sliding free of her mouth, I lower my hand back to her pussy and thrust. She keens, her hips bucking, raising into my stroke. One of her small hands clamps onto my thigh and the other, grabs the arm of the car. Head thrown back, delicate throat arched tight, she grinds against my hand. Fucking it.
The light turns again, and I ease off the brake. We’re at a slow crawl in post-game traffic, and there’s no telling how much longer until we reach her house. No telling how much longer before I can treat my cock to the delicious friction and vise-grip my fingers are enjoying. But she’s still going to come for me.
I drive into her, burying as far as I can go, as hard as this almost awkward position will allow. But she’s helping me, dancing for me, rolling those hips and meeting every thrust. Pressing the heel of my palm against her clit, I rub. Hard.
With a sharp cry, she explodes.
Her flesh ripples, seizing me, milking me. I continue to massage that pulsing bundle of nerves, so close to blowing, it would only take one bruising pump to my throbbing length. Her nails bite into my wrist as she holds me close, riding me, her serrated gasps a sexy soundtrack that I want to make her sing again.
Her touch falls away from me, and she relaxes. I slowly pull free of her hot, wet clasp. Grasping her skirt, I jerk it down harder than I intended.
Her harsh breathing gradually eases, but mine is loud and rough in the otherwise silent interior. Every bit of my focus is on making it to her place. And as the gridlock finally loosens, I probably break several traffic laws getting there.
Damn near forty torturous minutes later, her apartment building appears on the next block, and the road, so short before, seems to stretch farther and farther as the arousal in me rages so hot, so wild, I’m one living mass of lust and need.
I scan the street for a parking space. There. Not even three down from her building’s front entrance. Within moments, I’m swinging my truck into the spot, shutting it off, and turning toward her. Tunneling my fingers into the bun on top of her head, I jerk her toward me, uncaring of the seat belt biting into my skin.
This kiss is the exact opposite of the one in the stadium parking lot. It’s wild, ravenous, and sloppy. Slanting my head, I dive into her, tongues waging battle, twisting, tangling, sucking. She grips my hair, her nails scratching my scalp, the little prickles only shoving the fire burning me alive to nuclear.
“I’m coming upstairs,” I growl against her mouth. “And I’m going to fuck you. If that’s not what you want, then say something now, and I’ll go. But if you get out of this car with me, I’m not leaving until I’ve had you in every way I’ve been fantasizing about for years.”
My hand tightens in her hair. Damn it. I didn’t mean to let that last part slip. Pray to God she didn’t catch it. That’s what a hard-on does. Makes you lose your damn mind and control over your mouth.
But as she grabs the car door handle, I breathe a side of relief. Nothing on her face or in her eyes reflects confusion or surprise. Then, she pushes open the door and steps out of the truck. A searing lust flashes brighter, harder, and it cremates any thought but getting inside her as quick as possible.
I follow her, a starving, malnourished dog after the sweetest treat.
Silence is thick and heavy between us, an invisible third as we enter her building and climb the stairs to her apartment. By sheer will and discipline that I’ve only used when training and in the ring, I manage to not touch her. If I do before we step through her front door, I’ll fuck her in the hallway, not caring who sees. I’ll become the beast that lives inside me, single-focused on burying myself as deep inside her as I can, and screw everything else.
The click of the lock turning echoes in the hall like a bullet shot. Every sense is hyper-sensitized. Her citrus scent teases me. The heat from her petite body warms my chest and thighs. The shiver that ripples through her echoes in me. I’m one big exposed nerve where everything is hotter, brighter, louder. All because of her. Because of this need for her that I can’t control now that I’ve touched her, tasted her. Had her.
