Evidently, seeing a baby revved them up too.
Dare and I grabbed our bags and finally made it out the door. It was nearly two in the morning. A few nurses were standing along the edge of the parking lot, smoking cigarettes. I was too wrapped up in thoughts of Dare to care who saw us.
I pushed him up against the car door and went on my toes to meet his mouth.
He seemed to have the same problem as I did because there was no reining in the lava-level kisses between us. He pressed his cock into my belly. “I only slowed myself down because I want you too much, Kel. It’s not duty between us. I promise you.”
I wanted to climb him. To mount him and rub against him until the ache went away. Until I could feel every part of him around me and inside of me. Until there was nothing safe about us.
I’d had safe before. I wanted the wild that I could only find with Dare.
He reached behind his back for the latch of the door and maneuvered me into the car with his hot breath on my neck and my skirt and slip riding up around my ass. He pressed himself against the lacy white panties and garter I’d worn under my dress.
I’d been hoping to show him I was still sexy—not just a mom-to-be.
Dare gripped my hips. “You’ve been wearing this under your dress all day?”
I nodded. “I wanted you to want me.” I hated how tremulous my voice was, but I wasn’t going to hide how I felt anymore.
He pushed my hair aside and dropped his mouth to my neck. He nipped at the skin there. “I do. So goddamn much.” He put me in the seat and instead of pulling my dress down he hiked it higher. “Fuck. So beautiful. So much mine.” He lowered his head between my thighs for a quick second. He dragged my panties aside and swiped his tongue along my slit. “I’ll start you off and you’ll finish before we get home.”
The hint of a growl made my thighs shudder. Actually, it made everything shudder.
He slipped two fingers inside of me and I arched up on the seat, his name more moan than words. He covered my mouth with his as he flicked his thumb over my clit and pumped into me. I could taste myself on his tongue and it made it even hotter as he pushed me up and held me right on the edge of release.
“Shh,” he said against my mouth. “Don’t want the nurses to know I’m finger-fucking my wife, do you?”
“Maybe I do.”
His lips tilted into that smirk I remembered from the day he delivered a pizza to my door. From the bar, the first time we flirted, and finally, a new one to add to my memories.
My husband making out with me in the car because he was so hot for me.
“I’ll remember that.” He drew his fingers out of me, then pulled my hand down between my legs. “Now you.” He guided my middle finger inside slowly then pulled it free and sucked it clean with a hard pull ending in a bite. “Again.” Then he stood up and closed the door.
I collapsed against the seat, my legs splayed open. God, he was going to kill me.
He got in the driver side and leaned over. “Don’t forget to buckle up.” He drew it tight across my hips until I was strapped into the seat. He slid the shoulder strap between my breasts then flicked a fingertip over my rigid nipple. “For safety.”
Yep. I was a dead woman.
He gunned the engine, checked his mirrors, and pulled his own seatbelt on. “You have about thirteen minutes to come twice.”
“Twice?”
He threw a look at me. “Twice, Mrs. Kramer.”
I shivered. Okay, maybe I’d like this game. Maybe two of us could play. I couldn’t move much thanks to the seatbelt, but the dash lights would give him a good show. And it was exciting enough that I wanted to give him a show too.
It didn’t have to be only about how much he showed me he wanted me. I had to do the same.
I hissed out a breath as I rubbed the pad of my first two fingers over my clit. It was already hard and I was beyond wet. The lace of my panties was damp from just a little teasing from my husband. I winced at the sounds my fingers made.
“So fucking wet I can hear it.” His fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he turned out of the parking lot.
“I am. Because of you.”
His jaw tensed and the little muscle there ticked. It made me bolder. I slipped two fingers inside my pussy. “I ache, Dare. My fingers aren’t enough.”