“Just drive,” I instruct him, my voice lacking any patience. I have no intention of waiting long enough to reach my apartment. I raise the opaque and soundproof partition then turn to face Rachel.
She’s watching me, waiting. I reach for her, unable to stop myself from touching her, devouring her.
“God, I want you.”
She licks her lips and I’m lost. I cover her mouth with mine, tasting her, filling my nose with her scent. Her body presses eagerly against mine. I can feel all her curves, but I want more. Her clothes are in the way, and impatiently, I push her dress up around her thighs, reaching under it to stroke her through her panties.
Her moan is eager and uninhibited. How many times have I remembered this? Imagined this?
I shove the lacy material of her panties aside, inserting my thumb inside her wet center. She makes a tortured sound of pleasure and I pull back so I can see the reaction on her face.
“You want me.”
“Yes,” she agrees, her hips undulating as she rubs herself on my fingers.
I pull out my thumb and stroke it over her clit, sliding two fingers into her at the same time. She shudders.
“Say it,” I demand.
“I want you,” she whispers. “I want you so much.”
A part of me wants to torture her, to arouse her body to a fever pitch until she’s begging me to fuck her, but I want her too much to hold back. Her hips move, her body clenching around my fingers, making me even more desperate to be inside her.
Grabbing her by the hips, I position her to straddle me. She cooperates eagerly, undoing my pants. I push her dress up to her waist and rip her panties out of the way. She frees my cock, moaning as she takes me in her hands.
“Oh, Landon.” Her voice is thick with desire.
She sets her hips over me, bearing down enough for me to feel her heat around the head of my cock. I grab her waist, holding her in place.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, Landon. Please.”
Satisfied, I push inside her, and she grips me tightly all the way in. Sweet Jesus. Air escapes my lungs in a weakening rush.
She’s moaning my name, and I repeat hers like a prayer, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I want all of her. I want everything.
Bracing her hands on the seat behind me, she rides me up and down, gripping me with her insides and driving me to the edge of madness.
My hands circle her waist. I hold her in place and take over our movements, thrusting my hips to meet hers and drinking in the low moans that escape her lips.
I know when she’s about to come. Her legs stiffen and her arms tighten around me. I quicken my pace, pushing her over the edge. Then I roll over and set her down on the leather seats, burying myself deeper inside her with each thrust. Right now, I don’t care about anything apart from this. The world could end. The sun could die, and as long as I had this moment, I’d be satisfied.
She moans my name over and over, meeting me thrust for thrust. Pleasure builds to a shuddering peak, and this time, we climax together, her wild scream filling the confines of the limo as I groan my release.
After I catch my breath, I pull out of her, smoothing her dress before adjusting my clothes. Then, because I can’t stop myself, I kiss her again, slowly this time. “You okay?”
She releases a soft breath and smiles. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Her hair is mussed, and I smooth it gently. Sighing, she lays her face in my hand, her eyes closed. I take a deep breath. How soon before she tells me again that this means nothing and she doesn’t want to be with me?
There’s a futile sort of despair in my chest as I instruct the driver to take us to my apartment.
“My parents will be wondering where I am,” she says, her voice soft.
“You’re in no condition to go back there,” I say, referring to her clothes. “Call them. Tell them you decided to leave.”
She doesn’t argue. “What about Aidan?”