He couldn’t quite decipher what the hell had come over him—from the moment he’d met her. It wasn’t in his nature to take a woman back to his hotel room. If he had an itch that needed to be scratched, he’d go to her place. Keep things casual, allow for a convenient, no muss–no fuss exit when they’d both had their fill.
But he wasn’t looking for a fast fuck and quick escape this time. Otherwise, he would have used his dick instead of his fingers when he’d had the sexy investigator pinned to the wall.
Unfortunately, it was damn near impossible to keep his hands off her. As the car left the curb, his palm slid over her bare thigh, his fingers grazing the inner portion.
The side of his hand glided along her folds through her panties. She coiled her arm with his, her breasts pressing to his biceps. She wriggled on the seat next to him. Her breathing turned thin and raspy. She nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck, but he heard her murmur, “I need to come again.”
“Soon.”
“Now.”
His cock still throbbed in wild beats. His balls pulled tight. It’d behoove him to adjust himself, but he didn’t move. Scarlet was tangled up in him and used her hand on top of his to force him to rub her clit with more pressure as she apparently tried to keep her writhing inconspicuous. But they were riding in a fully loaded extended town car with a privacy window, so Michael didn’t worry too much about discretion.
He told her, “I want you naked, beneath me.”
She moaned. “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing to me, but it feels damn good. All of it.”
“I’m just getting started. Wait until my head is between your legs.”
Her eyes lids drifted shut. “Oh, God.”
He bit back a triumphant grin. Said, “I’m dying to eat your pussy. Taste you on my tongue. Make you beg for more.”
“Michael,” she said on a velvety breath. “I’m going to—”
“It makes you hot, doesn’t it? Knowing what I want to do to you? Knowing what I’m going to do to you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he whispered in her ear. “Are you ready for that?”
Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him, a bit dazedly. “Yes.”
“Are you on the pill?”
She nodded.
“And—”
“I haven’t been with anyone in over two years.”
His jaw clenched. That was a damn shame considering how passionate she was. Conversely … It was advantageous for Michael.
“I’ve been tested. And Scarlet”—his breath rustled strands of her auburn hair as he told her, “I want to come inside you.”
Then he kissed her. Fiercely. Felt the shiver run through her.
He stroked that swollen pearl between her legs a bit more forcefully.
Her inner thighs squeezed their clasped hands.
She jerked her mouth away and buried her face against his neck again.
“Oh, God,” she squeaked out, obviously trying to quiet herself. “Michael. Oh, Christ.”
Her teeth sank into his skin, stifling her cry as she came. Her body vibrated against his, her panties even wetter than before. Making him insanely hard.
All he had to do was palm his cock through his jeans and he knew he’d explode.