Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

I shut the door behind me and ranged over her on the seat. The lack of room back here would be a problem. Good enough to break the tension, but not for long. “Some things are best kept a surprise.”

“Especially since you don’t have my phone number.” She wound her legs around me and her arms around my neck.

“I have another combination.” I reached between us to undo her trousers. “You’re going to have to take these off. I need to see all the ginger parts of you.”

“It’s dark.”

I dug out my phone and turned on the torch, making her laugh. She grabbed my cell and flicked it off again, tossing it aside before she smacked my ass. “Get a move on, Ferguson. We don’t have all night.”

No wonder I kept coming back to her. For her. She was unlike anyone I’d ever known.

“Yes, we do,” I said between kisses. “As if I’d rather do anything else.”

She made quick work of my trousers, as I did the same with hers. We didn’t pull them all the way off, just out of the way. Shoving her jacket off her shoulders, I latched my mouth onto her neck and slipped my hand between her legs, finding her wet and hot for me. The elastic of her panties kept snapping back when I pushed them aside to get at her, and she laughed every time I cursed and moved them out of my way. Her clit rose under my fingers, so stiff and proud, and she didn’t hold back her moans as our mouths met again and again.

“So. Not. Fair. You’re supposed to be inside me.”

“I am.” Deliberately, I pushed two fingers into her, deep and hard. She only tilted her hips upward and pushed back against me, asking for more. I licked her throat up to her lips, tugging her lower one between my teeth while I nudged her up to the edge again. “Feel that?”

“As if I can feel anything else.” She reached behind me and hauled up my shirt, scraping her nails down my spine. Christ. Then she gripped my ass, pulling me against her so that my fingers went even deeper. At her gasp, I started to pull away, but she dug in with her hands, keeping me in place. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

I’d never laughed during sex before. Not when I was so hard I couldn’t think. Yet there was still room for amusement inside me, tangling with the need.

I drew out my fingers and she hissed, quieting when I lifted them to my lips. I tasted them thoroughly, and she watched me the whole time. Rapt. Openly aroused.

There was nothing hidden with Ivy.

She leaned up to take my mouth again. I twisted her nipple between my wet fingers, absorbing her whimpers like oxygen. I yanked her tank and bra down to get at her skin, and the same thing happened as with her panties. The fabric snapped back, trying to keep me out.

But I couldn’t swear now. I’d lost the power to do anything but shove her underwear aside as she freed me from my boxers. She tugged on me with long, forceful strokes, her fevered gaze locked on mine in the darkness.

And when I couldn’t stand another second, she just parted her thighs and moaned while I ripped the material guarding her sweet pussy.

Inside her. I was mindless with the need for it.

For her.

I slid into the heart of her and groaned. It had been a lifetime since I’d felt that particular heaven. I couldn’t go that long without it again. Fucking could not.

“Jesus, Ivy. Ivy.” It was the only thing I could manage to say as I pulled out and drove into her again. The angle was weird, my neck was cramped, and I’d probably be in traction tomorrow.

Didn’t matter. I had to bury myself deep. Over and over until she was as mindless as I was, one leg locked around me and her foot thumping on the door behind us.

At least I thought it was her foot thumping.

Until a light bounced over the backseat and I realized two things at once.

One: I was not wearing a goddamn rubber.

Two: Ivy’s foot did not have a light attached to it.

“This is the police. Cease and desist immediately.”

Eleven

Being interrupted by the police should’ve been the biggest, coldest bucket of water ever.

Only problem? My dick needed a hearing aid.