Do they make insurance against a broken heart?
Inside, the car is all smooth lines and luxury finishes, and I have to sigh in appreciation. “Now, why don’t you make that noise about me?” Caleb teases.
“I make plenty of noises for you,” I respond without thinking, and his eyes flash darker.
“Promises, promises.”
I flush, and focus on starting the engine, and maneuvering carefully out of the garage. To begin with, I’m terrified about scratching up the chassis, but as we exit to the street, I relax, enjoying the smooth handling and the way we zip through traffic, heading back to Caleb’s.
"You're a natural," Caleb says, from the passenger seat.
I grin. “I think I could get used to this.”
“And I think I could get used to this,” he says, his hand moving to rest on my thigh. He strokes a slow circle up under my skirt, and I can’t resist.
My legs fall open for him.
“You’re distracting me,” I warn him lightly, even as my breath comes quicker to his touch.
Caleb smirks. “You can multitask. You’re a very capable woman.”
Capable of keeping it together while his fingers trace higher… Higher…
There.
I gasp as he brushes over my panties, softly caressing my clit through the silk. “Caleb!” I gulp, shivering in awareness.
“Do you want us get into a wreck? It’ll be your fault.”
But even as I protest, I shift to give him better access.
“It’ll be worth it,” he says, finding the hem of my panties and slipping his finger beneath the damp fabric. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me.”
Wet, and aching.
I bite back a moan, trying to focus on the street as he rubs my slick core in a tantalizing rhythm. “Take a left here,” he murmurs, his voice coming thicker now.
I do it, as his finger dips inside me. And another.
Fuck.
I grip the steering wheel tightly, clenching around him as his fingers begin to flex and pump. God, it feels so good, dirty and wicked as I try to keep control.
“You’re not playing fair,” I whisper, my voice breaking with desire.
“There’s nothing fair about how much I want you.”
Caleb curls his fingers deeper, fucking me insistently. “Right on this block,” he continues, like he’s not driving me crazy. “The garage on the left.”
I gasp, following his instructions almost blindly. I’m lucky the traffic has let up, because I know I would drive us into something if there was anything in my way. Instead, I’m able to just about keep it together as I head into his private parking garage and screech to a stop.
“Caleb!” I moan, shutting off the engine and turning to him. And fuck, he looks so handsome, lounging there in the seat beside me, fingers flexing inside me like it’s nothing at all. “Caleb, please… !”
He smiles, watching me wriggle and clench. “You like the ride, then?”
I love his ride, alright.
“Caleb,” I hiss, struggling for purchase. His fingers are light and swift, not enough to get me there.