“I know what you were doing, little dove,” I say, clenching my jaw as desire surges through me. “It’s the same thing I wanted to do back there beneath the underpass. And it’s the exact reason I brought you back to the car. My control is hanging on by a thread, and if you kiss me—if you eventouchme—I’m going to fuck you right now.”
Her breath hitches. I can feel the way her jaw goes slack under my palms, and my cock rages against the constraint of my pants as it stiffens and throbs. For a moment, her wide green eyes stay locked on mine, her entire body going completely still, like a prey animal that’s suddenly realized it’s standing exposed on a barren plain.
Then something shifts in her expression.
Although her eyes are wide, her breath coming faster, she no longer looks like prey at all as she reaches across the small space that separates us.
There’s no fear in her. No uncertainty.
Just pure, unfettered desire.
Watching me carefully with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she brushes her fingertips lightly over my clothed cock. The gesture is almost teasing, but her expression is serious—and I was absolutely fucking serious when I warned her what the consequences of that would be.
With a rough growl, I shove her hand away from my crotch, then lean over and loop one arm around her waist, hauling her over the center console and depositing her on my lap. It’s a bit of a tight fit, so I reach down with one hand to slide the driver’s seat back, wrapping the other hand around Rose’s hair and tugging her head back.
“I fucking warned you, didn’t I?” I growl, banding my other arm around her and pulling her close against my body. “You should know by now that I don’t joke around. And I never make idle threats.”
“You’ve told me that before,” she shoots back with a grin, spreading her legs a little on the seat so she sinks down onto me a bit more. “But maybe I don’t want your threat to be idle.”
The full meaning of what she’s saying registers in my mind in a flash, and I crush my lips to hers. Releasing my grip on her hair, I slide my hand down her body, groping possessively at her tits before dropping my palm to her thigh and sliding it up under her skirt.
My fingertips trail over her smooth skin, arousal burning in my veins. When I reach the spot at the apex of her thighs, my hand freezes, my jaw clenching.
“You’re not wearing any panties, little dove,” I say, my voice such a low rasp that I barely recognize it. “Have you been like this all day?”
“Yes.” She licks her lips, her pupils expanding as I slowly drag one finger through her wet folds.
“And have you been wet for me all day?” I demand, dipping my finger inside her to gather some of her slick arousal.
“Yes,” she breathes, her head tipping back and her small breasts pressing against my chest as she rolls her hips against my hand.
“Have you been craving this ever since we got out of bed?”
I plunge my finger deeper inside her as I speak, curling it to tease her g-spot before drawing it out and circling her clit.
“Fuck, Aiden!” She cries out, her inner walls clamping around my finger so tightly that it makes me groan.
“Oh, we’re getting to that,” I promise darkly. “There’s no fucking way you’re leaving this car without coming all over my cock. Goddamn. If I had known you weren’t wearing any panties, I would’ve pressed you up against the wall of the art museum and fucked you right next to one of those fancy paintings you love so much.”
She’s riding my hand now, sliding up and down on my finger, and part of me wants to just make her come over and over like this. To feel her coat my entire fucking hand in her release as I make her squirt like she did that time in my library.
But whatever else I may be, I’m a man of my word. And I told Rose exactly what would happen if she teased me and pushed me too far. She teased me on purpose, playing with fire like a goddamn pyromaniac hoping to get burned.
And if we’re about to go up in flames, then I want us to do it together.
I keep fucking her with one finger and then two, pushing her right up to the edge of her release. When she starts to shake, her lips quivering against mine as she kisses me, I slide them out of her tight pussy. Pulling my hand out from beneath her skirt, I offer her my fingers, gazing down at her face intently.
“Suck,” I command.
She obeys immediately, wrapping her lips around my fingers and swirling her tongue over them, reminding me how fucking good she is with her mouth.
“That’s right, baby,” I growl, lifting my hips to grind against her again. “You like how you taste, huh? I don’t blame you. Your cream is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”
She whimpers, undulating against me, riding my cock through the barrier that separates us and smearing her wetness all over the front of my pants as she does. I can feel her arousal soaking into the fabric, and it demolishes whatever shreds of self-control I have left.
“Get my cock out,” I demand, still holding my fingers in her mouth.
Her teeth scrape over my knuckles as she reaches down between us, fumbling quickly with the button and fly of my pants. She tugs my zipper down, and I choke out a grunt as she reaches beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs and wraps her delicate fingers around my throbbing shaft.
