Kiss the Girl (Naughty Princess Club 3)

God, I want so badly to stay mad at him, but I can’t. He’s right. I would have laughed in his face if he did that to me. I would have shut him down and avoided him for being so obvious. I never would have let him work his way under my skin and into my heart. I never would have gotten to know him and realized about him the same thing he did about me: That I’ve never met someone more beautiful than him, inside and out.

Without second-guessing what I’m doing, I push myself up from my seat and do what I was trying to prevent a few minutes ago. I launch myself at him, thanking God this SUV has bench seating and not a stupid center console I’d have to climb over. Without smacking my head on the ceiling or banging anything important on the dashboard, I’m quickly straddling his lap on my knees, wrapping my hands around the back of his head and pulling his face to mine.

Eric’s arms immediately wrap around me, holding me close as I pour everything into this kiss. I kiss him hard and deep, clenching the hair at the nape of his neck as I lower myself onto his lap and immediately feel how hard he is for me. I’ve never been more grateful that I threw on a short, casual, pleated skirt than I am right now. My skirt bunches up around my upper thighs when I seat myself on Eric’s lap and there’s nothing separating us but the thin scrap of my lacey thong and Eric’s jeans.

Cindy was right. He gave me back my power. And right now, I feel so fucking powerful and sexy that I want to share it with him. I want to show him how he makes me feel.

He suddenly pulls his mouth away from mine, his hands coming up between us to press against either side of my face.

“As much as I’m enjoying having you on my lap right now and it’s killing me to stop, if we don’t, I’m going to rip these fucking clothes off of you and . . .”

His words are immediately cut off when I swivel my hips, grinding myself against him. His hardness behind the rough material of his jeans creates the most intense friction between my legs, and I’m instantly wet for him.

“Jesus Christ, Ariel,” he mutters, jerking his hips up to meet me.

“You told me we weren’t going to have sex until I trusted that you weren’t going to hurt me or mess this up,” I remind him, pausing to drop my head to the side of his neck and kiss my way up to his ear, pulling his earlobe through my teeth and smiling to myself when I feel his body shudder beneath me.

I rock my hips again, the bulge in his jeans sliding right against my center, and I moan softly into his ear. Eric lets out a muttered curse, his hands grabbing onto my hips and his fingers digging into my skin, helping me move against him.

“I trust you,” I whisper. “I know you aren’t going to mess this up, and not just because you know I’d chop your dick off. You won’t mess this up because you think I’m beautiful, inside and out. You won’t mess this up because you’ve never wanted anyone more than me. You won’t mess this up because right now, I want to fuck you like an animal, and I’m pretty sure you want the same thing.”

Hearing a growl from deep in his throat that turns me on even more than I already was, I pull my head back as Eric lurches forward, slamming his mouth against mine. His tongue dives into my mouth swirling around mine, kissing me with so much passion that I’m mindless with need. Our arms and hands move in a blur, tugging and ripping at each other’s clothes, only pulling our mouths apart when I grab onto the hem of his T-shirt and yank it off of his head and toss it to the side.

We continue kissing as he grabs the front of my button-down shirt and roughly tears it open like it’s made of paper, buttons flying off and clattering against the window and leather seat around us.

Reaching down between my legs, I quickly unbutton and unzip his jeans and with our lips still fused together, he lifts his hips up a few inches from the seat to help me push his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs just enough for his cock to spring out.

With one hand still wrapped around the back of his neck, I wrap the other one around the length of him and squeeze as I slide my hand up and down, pumping my fist as his hips thrust up and down between my legs with my movements.