“Jesus.”
I smiled in the darkness. “I want it to be your fingers. They’re thicker than mine.” I lifted my hips restlessly. “Too bad you have to use them to shift. Go faster.”
“You are so getting fucked.”
“Promises, promises.”
He glanced over at me then back to the road with a hiss.
“I’m really wet. It’s almost embarrassing.”
“Fuck no. I want to smell you on my seats tomorrow.”
I dragged in a breath. That was way naughtier than what I could come up with and it drove me closer to the edge. I was a master at getting myself off fast. It was usually just to kill the need on a lonely night or the perfect insomnia cure. But I’d never had to touch myself after I’d been with Dare.
Doing it for him felt decadent and thrilling. Not wrong—no, nothing about it was wrong. It was exactly what I’d wanted. To feel wanted, to feel sexy. There was a power to it and desire was all tangled up in my emotions for him. Add in a few pregnancy hormones and I was up and over the first orgasm before I knew it.
I blew out a harsh breath as I sagged in the seat. “God, I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast.”
He shifted and the gunning of the engine kept the hum inside me alive. His knuckles were white on the wheel. “Again,” he said in a low voice.
“I might need your help.”
“Fuck.”
I reached over to his thigh and gripped the rigid muscle. I inched higher, curling my fingers over his shaft. “I need this. We’re almost home, right?”
“Not close enough,” he muttered on a groan.
“Can I tak
e care of that for you?” I leaned closer to him. “If I loosened my belt a little...”
“No.” He covered my hand, squeezing him harder. Harder than I would have ever dreamed to do. He moaned. “Not safe.” He kissed my fingers then put them on my breast. “Show me these while you come again.”
I dragged in a breath. “Okay.” I loosened the little snap behind my neck until the dress slipped forward. “They’re so sensitive now. Never used to be until I got pregnant.” I cupped one, tugging at the nipple with a little moan.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
I smiled in the dark and tugged a little harder as I circled my clit. The exit for Crescent Cove came up and my fingers worked harder.
“Yeah, you better work that sweet pussy because we’re almost home. And if you don’t come again…”
“What? What will you do?”
“I’ll make you wait hours to come.”
“What?” I couldn’t have heard him correctly.
“Hours. I can make you almost come all night. Until you’re swearing at me in made-up languages.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would.” He downshifted as we came to a stop sign just outside of our development.
I circled faster, using whatever tricks I’d learned about my own body up to that night. I was so close, but I couldn’t quite get there. Tension was firing through me and my skin was alive with need. Frustration made me arch my back and then Dare was there. His big hand over mine as he followed my fingers inside and the fullness was just what I needed.
“God, yeah. Like that. Come for me, darlin’.”