Overwhelmed by You (Tear Asunder 2)

I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He groaned and I felt the smile on my mouth as I gave him what he needed: my acceptance of the man he’d become.

“I’m moving into your bed.”

This wasn’t a question. It was a statement and I rolled my eyes. “Then you’re buying a bigger bed.”

It was a tight chuckle, but still a chuckle. I desired every part of this man, his smile, his laugh, how he looked at me and made me feel … he made me feel whole.

“We need to get back.” Then he kissed me and it made my insides all mushy and wishing he’d brought condoms. He stroked the side of my face, and I noticed the tension in his expression. “The phone call was Lance.”

“What? Why the hell would he call your phone?”

“Because you’re not answering yours.”

“Shit. What a douche.” Stupid. Did Lance not see the overturned table at the bar or forget that Ream tried to beat him up at the hospital? “What did he want?”

“To know where you are.”

If Ream hadn’t looked so serious I would’ve laughed at Lance’s stupidity, but I sobered when I thought of what Ream had said on the phone. “Why did you say cheat? What did he ask you?”

“It was nothing, baby. He was just saying shit to get me riled.” Ream got to his feet bringing me with him, his hands now on my ass. “Kiss me.” It wasn’t him asking.

And I did. Because no matter how much I wanted to think I was strong, I wasn’t strong enough to ever deny Ream and I didn’t want to.

I was his.

***

We didn’t make it to the farm, at least not right away. I made him pull over at the drug store and came out with condoms. Ream thought I meant for later. I meant for now and I wasn’t waiting.

Ream pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to the highway. I blared the music and bounced along to it. He tried to turn it down. I slapped his hand then undid my seat belt.

“What are you—” He frowned and it was cute because his eyes narrowed, and I saw the heated desire as I wiggled out of my jeans.

The car slowed. His hands clenched the steering wheel, and he had trouble keeping his eyes on the road. The bass drum vibrated through me, and I moved my body to it as I shimmied out of my shirt, leaving only my pink bra and matching undies.

I put my fingers under the edges of my panties and snapped the elastic.

“Jesus, Kat. I’m driving.”

I raised my brows and licked my lower lip while I crawled up onto my seat and leaned across the gear shift. “Hey, baby?” I whispered right next to his ear so my heated breath hit the spot just below. “Can I ride you while you drive?” Then I reached down and placed my hand on his hard cock.

“Fuck.” Ream looked over his shoulder then cut off a car as he swerved to the exit ramp then made a sharp right then another and skidded onto the shoulder.

I had already grabbed a condom and had it unwrapped before he slammed the car into park. I yanked down his zipper, pulled out his cock, and rolled it on.

He grabbed me around the waist and dragged me on top of him, the steering wheel pressed rigid into my back.

“I need you.”

“No shit.” He hooked his fingers around the elastic of my panties, and with one swift pull ripped them from my body. I don’t know where they ended up; all I knew was that I had his cock in my hand and was sliding it through my wetness then sinking down on top it.

“Oh God,” I cried as I drove deep. Then I sighed at the familiar comfort of him … settled inside me where he belonged.

It was finding all of him as I gave all of me.

I kissed him with urgency, my hands on either side of his head, fingers curled in his hair, as I pressed my knees into the leather seat and he slowly slipped out of me to the tip. When I felt his hips arching up, I pushed down as he sunk inside me again.

Over and over.

I put my hands on the headrest, the crinkling of leather beneath the pressure of fingers digging into the material. He met my thrusts with the same urgency, and I moaned throwing my head back. Pushing. Straining. Needing.

His finger caressed the puckered sensitive spot in the crease of my ass, and it sent waves of desire to another level. He moved away and I was … disappointed.

“No, I want you to.” I grabbed his wrist and pulled it back to my butt.

He hesitated and then he trailed his finger through my wetness then came back and circled the spot again. He began pushing slow but insistently against the tension.

“Push out, baby. Let me in.”

I closed my eyes and then did what he asked. My back arched at the strange, erotic feeling as his finger went inside my virgin ass. It was hot and incredible and I wanted more. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me and wasn’t moving. His eyes were glazed over and it was like … like he wasn’t there with me—again.

I stroked his cheek then tilted forward and kissed him. “Come back to me, baby.” At first he didn’t respond. Then suddenly he groaned and was kissing me back, harsh and unyielding. His finger slipped in and out of my ass, matching my rhythm as I moved up and down on him.

I didn’t know exactly what happened next. It was like we both locked in on one another, his finger in my ass, his cock deep, the music pounding through the speakers, our bodies interlocked. I drove him into me with a wild abandon. Up and down as hard and fast as I could, the steering wheel rubbing into my back, his eyes watching me until we both collided, crashed, and came together. I screamed and he groaned at the same time, bodies tensing and gripping one another as if we were afraid to let go.