Jaken (The Untouchables MC 6.5)

I wanted things to progress. I wanted her to trust me.

I wanted to nail her to the wall with my cock, but that was a different matter altogether.

It was hard to keep the images out of my mind . . . images of us together, naked bodies writhing as we brought each other indescribable pleasure again and again.

I’d start with her mouth, ravaging the soft petals as I stripped her bare. Then I’d move down her throat, kissing and tasting her soft skin, the tops of her breasts, her pink, pointy nipples . . .

“Earth to Jaken,” she teased. “Come in, Jaken.”

I smiled, glad we were in the dark. In my car, to be exact. An old mustang I’d been restoring for years.

For our date, I was taking Colleen to the drive-in movie theater. I had a nice picnic that Mason and his sweet wife had put together. Michelle was like a sister to me. She was younger, but she acted like a big sister all the same. She was a born mother, I thought fondly. Just like Colleen was.

The kind of women who just couldn’t help taking care of everyone they cared about.

“Do you like spicy food?” I asked, pulling the picnic basket into the front seat as the previews started.

“Not really,” she said, peering adorably into the basket.

“Then don’t eat that one,” I said, laughing as I took a container of Mason’s famous hot sauce out of her hand. “Or that one!”

“Nuclear option, huh?”

“Definitely. Here. Let me make you a plate.” I doled out my favorites and tucked a napkin into her shirt top before putting the plate on her lap. She stared into my eyes, and I couldn’t resist the urge to give her a quick kiss. Her eyes opened wide, but she didn’t say anything. I pretended nothing had happened, even though that quick kiss had felt like fireworks going off in my chest.

We ate in companionable silence, enjoying the start of the movie and each other’s company. But after we ate, things changed. I put the basket in the back and scooted closer to her. I was elated when she did the same.

We met in the middle of the big, long seat. Gotta love those vintage cars for romancing a lady. In no time, my arm was around her and she was snuggled up to my chest. She was so tiny and she fit perfectly against my shoulder.

We touched each other a bit, tentatively at first. My fingers made lazy circles on the soft skin of her arm. I had to kiss her and told her so.

“Can I?”

“Yes.” She nodded, sounding a little breathless.

I tipped her chin up and tasted her gorgeous lips for the second time. This time, the kiss was a lot more involved. We moved in perfect unison, her lips opening when I exerted a subtle pressure. She sighed in pleasure as my tongue explored her mouth and my hand caressed her narrow back.

The kiss deepened, our tongues moving in a dance that was getting more urgent and passionate by the second.

Before I knew it, we were horizontal.

I was on top of her petite body, my larger frame boxing her in and yet somehow fitting perfectly. Her thighs were together, and I could feel her gorgeous breasts pressed into my chest. I couldn’t stop kissing her or touching her, though I resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to strip her and dive into her panties headfirst.

She made a sound that made me tear my lips away. A mewling sound, not unlike a kitten. Whether it was passion or protest, though, I wasn’t sure.

“Are you all right?” I asked, brushing her silky hair away from her beautiful face.

She nodded, her eyes wide as she stared up at me. Just a girl. Even with the weight of the world on her shoulders, she was still just a girl.

“We are going too fast,” I said, still not moving.

“We are?” she asked innocently. She clearly had no idea that my dick was ready to burst out of my jeans and sing Hallelujah.

“Yes.”

“Okay. I don’t want to rush you,” she said sweetly as I sat up and helped her rearrange herself.

I laughed ruefully.

“It’s not too fast for me. I would be happy if we were in my bed right now. I would be ecstatic.”

“Oh,” she said, blushing a bright pink that I could see even in the darkness of the car.

“I want you to be mine.”

“Your girlfriend?” She sounded surprised. Did she not know how desirable she was?

“For starters. Yes.”

“Oh,” she breathed, her voice sounding pleased. “Okay.”

“In that case . . .” I pulled her against me again. I wasn’t going to fuck her in my car. Not the first time, anyway. But I could do a little more touching. Maybe I could even bring her to the edge and make her come. I wondered if it would be her first time . . .