"So what now? Are we just gonna stand here all night?"
"Now we get to remember what it's like to be teenagers," he said, his hands suddenly releasing me, making me automatically slam my hands down on his shoulders to keep from crashing down on unsteady legs. But his arms just went under my ass, forcing my legs around his hips. With that, he led us several yards back toward the party. My heart started pounding frantically in my chest the the idea of being seen. "Relax honey," he murmured and then I felt his hands squeeze my ass then drop it. I dropped my feet to the ground and turned.
"Seriously?" I asked, smiling at the car he had been working on for weeks.
"Hop in," he said, rocking back on his heels, hands tucked into his front pockets, looking very much like a teenager trying to talk a girl into his backseat.
"Oh, gee, I don't know. I have a curfew," I said, looking up at him from under my lashes. "And I don't know what you heard, but... I'm a good girl," I teased.
A wicked little smile toyed at his lips. "Come on, it'll just be our little secret," he grinned.
"Really, I'm..." I started, but before I could finish speaking, he came at me, pinning my back against the car with his chest as his hand moved between us, slipping between my thighs and pressing hard against my sex, dragging out an unexpected moan.
"What was that about a curfew?"
I pulled in a breath, my hand curling into his shirt near the waist of his jeans. "Really I..." his fingers curved in, hitting my clit with perfect pressure and making me face plant against his chest.
"Get in the car, Maze," he commanded softly, doing one more stroke before pushing away from me and reaching to open the door.
And, well, with a tingling between my legs and a shaky feeling in my belly, I turned, ducked behind the front seat and fell into the back. "Ow, fuck," I yelled, something stabbing into my side.
Repo chuckled as I straightened, pointing to the metal seatbelt receiver. He reached out, rubbing my side where it had stabbed me. "Forgot how problematic cars can be."
"Spent a lot of time in back seats, huh?" I teased, trying to ignore the fact that his incredibly chaste touch was sending off tiny sparks of desire through my system.
He gave me a sheepish little smile. "Kinda cramps your style to try to bring a chick home to your uncle's apartment, ya know?"
"Why doesn't it surprise me that you were charming even as a teenager?"
His head tilted as he planted one hand beside my hip, leaning over my body, as his other hand slid down my side and sank into my hip. "Think I'm charming, huh?"
"Oh please," I said, rolling my eyes. "You do that eye-dancing thing and the panties get flung across the room."
"The... eye-dancing thing?" he asked with a confused smile, completely unaware that he was doing the eye-dancing thing right then.
"Yeah," I said, feeling my cheeks warm a little, embarrassed by the admission.
"My eyes dance?"
"Sometimes," I shrugged.
"And this... pantie-flinging thing," he said, his hand on my hip moving up toward the waistband of my pants and slipping in slightly to toy with the band of my panties. His fingertip slid under and stroked across the lowest part of my pelvis. "When they get... flung... out of curiosity, are the panties going to have pink and purple hearts all over them again?" His lips twitched as he tried to hold back a smile. "Gotta say... pink and purple hearts just scream outlaw biker..."
"Shut up," I laughed, swatting his chest. "You're killing the mood."
"Am I?" he asked, brows drawing together, suddenly seeming all-business. "You sure about that?"
"Pretty damn sure."
"Really? Huh, then why..." he started, and before I could realize his intention, his hand moved completely inside my panties, stroking up my slit and making my whole body jerk back, hitting the side of the car in surprise, "is your pussy still wet for me?"
"Must be..." I started to try to make some witty comeback, but his fingers promptly slid up and started working over my clit, the motion small and hard, my still-fastened jeans limiting motion.
"Must be what?" he asked, eyes getting heavy as I let out a small whimper. I shook my head at him, my hand curling into the sleeve of his tee. "Lie back, honey," he commanded softly. I slid back on the leather as he towered over me, one knee between my open thighs, the other at the edge of the cushions. He pushed up and used his other hand to finally unfasten and unzip my pants. His thumb moved out to work my clit as his other fingers slid a path downward, pausing at the opening to my body and pulsing his fingers there until my hips were rising up, begging for him to sink inside. The tip of one finger did, just the smallest bit for a long minute before plunging all the way in.