He lets out a sexy groan. “You do crazy things to me.”
“Yeah, well, you sure managed to hide it.”
He hikes my skirt and slides his hand between us. His fingers begin to stroke me through my damp panties.
Oh God. I arch into his touch.
“You’re wet for me,” he says, sounding pleased.
I whimper as he moves his hand around. “Want me to take the edge off?” Without waiting for a reply, he begins to circle my sex with the heel of his hand.
Sensations spark brighter inside me, and I’m shaking against him. I know the explosion is coming, and I want it more than anything. A small part of me realizes we’re in a parking lot, but it’s dark. Nobody else is around. And the way I’m feeling, with how close I am, I wouldn’t care if we had an audience as long as he makes me come.
I hear a high-pitched moan and realize it came from me. I bite my cheek and press my face into his shoulder. He doesn’t let up the insane rotation of his hand. He’s working me perfectly, and I’m rocking against him. I’m wet, feel myself getting wetter.
“God, Princess, you feel good. So hot.”
“For you,” I manage to say, but my mouth is against his warm neck, and I mumble.
He lets out the male rumble. “That feels good. Bite me there.”
I’m stunned. I’m so close to coming I’m near tears at the intensity of sensations flying through me. And maybe some emotions too.
“Do it,” he says, his hand still swirling around my sex.
Oh God. I press my mouth against the side of his neck and brush his skin with my teeth. And when he gives one final thrust of his hand, I shatter, pulling at his hair, as bright flashes of light hit behind my eyes and my entire body soars.
I’m out of breath, and I don’t know how much time passes before I’m ready to look at him.
/> Finally I pull my face from the crook of his shoulder and meet his gaze.
“Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he tells me with a grin. His eyes are molten on mine.
I duck my chin down. I’m not a sex goddess, contrary to what that tape implies, and this isn’t normal behavior for me. Now that the deep need has passed, I’m embarrassed.
“Hey. Look at me.” He turns my chin with his hand. “That was awesome.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He grins.
Just like that, I’m back with him again. “So why didn’t you go for it sooner?” I ask.
He tips his head back, and a full-blown laugh I don’t think I’ve heard before rumbles through him. I like the sound.
“How about we just go with what’s happening now?” he suggests.
“And what is that?” What happens after a guy makes a girl come apart in the parking lot? I wonder.
“Up to you. My place is in Queens. Not far by car.”
I blow out a breath of relief. “Okay.”
He doesn’t wait for more. He lifts me up so I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks around to the passenger side of his truck. Next thing I know, I’m settled into the seat, buckled in, and we’re on our way.
He doesn’t give me time for nerves to kick in. He immediately reaches for my hand and settles it onto his thigh as he drives. It’s possessive and hot, and too many emotions ride through me.
I remind myself not to read more into tonight than hot sex, but it’s hard given how attentive he’s been over the last few weeks. Why would a guy invest so much time and energy into me if there weren’t something meaningful there? If it was just sex he wanted, he could have gone after it weeks ago.