Something was definitely wrong with me because, no, I didn’t want to stop. I needed him to keep kissing me. If our brief make-out session at Marcy’s wedding had been the first half, he’d come out of the locker room after halftime as a whole new player. More aggressive and confident.
It was totally working for him. My fingers shook as I undid another button on my shirt. I wasn’t shaking with fear, I was trembling with anticipation. I needed to send him a clear signal since I couldn’t rely on my words. My body wanted his touch, so I put it in charge.
The parking lot wasn’t lit, and the sun had set as we’d come back from the diner, so it was dark inside the car. The moon was bright, though, and he looked so handsome in its light, it stole my breath. His eyes widened a degree when he realized I’d granted him better entry into my shirt, and the desire that flooded his face made me ache.
His hand slipped inside, and fingers dipped beneath the cup of my bra. I’d been wrong. Now it was sweltering in the car. A bead of sweat trickled down my spine, moving at the same painstakingly slow pace he was.
He didn’t try to undo my shirt. Maybe he knew I wanted to stay decent while still allowing his fingertips to glide over my sensitive skin. My moan was so deep, it started in my belly.
The car wasn’t in motion, but everything felt like it was moving. The world spun too fast, and abruptly jerked to a stop as he cupped my breast and tugged my nipple between two fingers. The sensation was a jolt of white hot pleasure, zipping down between my legs.
I was melting. Every inch of me turned into liquid as he massaged and teased the aching points of my breasts. Even when he focused on one, the sensation of my lacy bra brushing against my oversensitive skin on the other was pleasurable.
Since my body was in control, I rocked in his lap, and the sexiest noise came from him. A grunt, filled with longing. I wanted to touch him as he was touching me, so I burrowed my hands under his t-shirt.
“Oh my God,” I said.
“What?” His voice was low and unfocused. Too distracted with what his wandering hands were doing.
My palm chattered over the ridges of his stomach and chest. “You’re, uh, athletic.”
He laughed. “Student athletes usually are.”
I made a face, not wanting the reminder, or the distraction from the magnificent work of art his body was. His skin was feverish under my hands, and his eyes drifted closed for a moment, as if he were enjoying my touch.
I was suddenly grateful we were in a car. If we’d been alone with a bed nearby, I’d probably toss my inhibitions away faster than I could get his shirt off. Which was strange. I wasn’t the type to give it up quickly.
It was cruel for the universe to show me this beautiful man, and then make him play for Michigan.
“Okay.” His strained voice brought me back to earth. “You keep moving on me like that and I’m going to make a mess.”
Jay gripped my waist as he attempted to turn me. I bumped my head into the ceiling, and his elbow slammed against the headrest, making us both laugh. Finally, he had me seated beside him so my legs were over his lap.
Things went from silly to serious when his hand closed on my knee and worked upward. Goose bumps pebbled on my skin and my lungs constricted. Up his hand went along my bare leg. He was halfway up my thigh before I found air to breathe.
His eyes studied me. They watched for a signal to stop, but I wasn’t going to give one. My body demanded he keep going, and I sighed in relief as his large palm slid inward. It coursed all the way up the inside of my thigh, disappearing in a leg hole of my shorts, and I gasped when his fingertips brushed the lace beneath.
I was wet. So turned on, it bordered on embarrassing, and when Jay discovered it, a wicked smile curled on his lips. He brushed the pads of his fingers over my center, and I jerked with pleasure. Everything was focused on his touch, and when he made direct contact, it was fireworks. Shudders shook my shoulders, which he had to feel. His right arm was around my back, holding me, while the fingers of his left taunted.
I sipped air through my parted lips. My heartbeat roared in my ears. I was dizzy from his touch, craving more. Should I undo the button on my shorts? Not a soul was around, but the parking lot was half-full of cars. At any moment, someone could appear.