Getting Dirty

His brow furrows, his eyes question, but he holds his arms out to me and then I am in them, and I’m kissing him with all the passion and the emotion that’s overflowing inside me. And I pray he doesn’t stop me—not until I’m ready.

But he isn’t stopping. His hands fork in my hair and his mouth is as hungry as my own. He spins me so I’m pushed up against the car, his hands raking feverishly beneath my coat as I grapple with his clothing.

This is what I need. This all-consuming passion that blots all else out. I have no idea how private this garage is. But I’m guessing only Jackson has access, and he’s upstairs, and I don’t want to stop to ask.

‘I’ve missed you,’ I say against his lips.

‘I’ve missed you too.’

The confirmation, the resonance of his tone with mine—it’s everything and more.

‘Nothing hurts when I’m with you.’

He stills, his hands midway to cupping my breasts. ‘What’s happened?’

‘I don’t want to talk about it—not now. Make me forget, Ash.’

He presses his forehead into mine, his blazing blue eyes burning through me. I drop my hand to the bulge in his jeans and squeeze. Air hisses between his teeth.

‘That’s a dirty move—’

‘Too many words.’ I cut off his retort with my tongue, dipping inside his mouth, grazing his teeth.

His growl is feral as he pulls my thigh up, exposing the lace tops of my hold-ups and his fingers graze over the detail, his eyes too. ‘You have no idea how much I want you right now.’

‘Then take me.’

His eyes lock with mine. ‘Here?’

I nod—swift, fierce. ‘Please.’

His lip quirks. I can see he wants to, feel he wants to.

‘Do you have protection?’ he asks.

Fuck.

‘No.’

He clamps his eyes shut and I can feel him forcing his body to stand down.

‘But I’m clean.’

He opens his eyes at my assurance, stares into me like he can’t believe what I’m saying.

‘I’m on the pill...and we have to be tested, don’t we, to be members here?’ I look up to the ceiling, to the club above. ‘You?’

‘Coco...’ He shakes his head like he’s battling some momentous decision.

‘I trust you.’

His eyes burn into mine and take my breath away. There is so much there. And I’m not just talking heat, desire. I’m talking pain. For what, I don’t know. I just know that sex will make it stop, for him and for me, at least in the now.

I cup his jaw in both hands, stroke my thumbs over his stubble. ‘I need you.’ I hook my leg around his waist, pull his hardness up against me and stroke my body over him. ‘Now.’

He drags in a breath, ragged and raw. His eyes fall to where our bodies meet, where I continue to ride his clothed hardness, and his hands take hold of my hips, gripping me tight.

‘What are you doing to me?’