He needed to say no. Needed to start the engine and drive the hell off this hilly, dark, secluded spot.
But, God, her offer hung in the air between them like Pandora’s box.
“You can tell me no,” she said softly. “Or tell me to stop if you think it’s going too far. But otherwise, it’s kind of harmless, right? If we don’t have sex?”
Harmless in what world? Her inexperience showed.
“Blake?” Uncertainty rang in her husky use of his name.
God, it was so tempting to kiss her. To taste the sweetness between her lips again, which he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.
“Fine.” The word rasped from him, almost in desperate surrender. “Let’s get in the back seat, though.”
They both fumbled with their seatbelts and made quick time moving to the back of the vehicle where they had more room.
He sat in the middle and leaned back, vowing not to do a damn thing to help her with this little experiment. Or whatever she intended. That meant he wasn’t quite as guilty, right?
“Okay, that’s good.” She nodded. “Try and be a little indifferent and hard to get. I need to figure out how to be seductive.”
A laugh of disbelief rose, but he swallowed it.
She moved over to straddle him, a knee on each side of his thighs, and her hands lightly grasped his shoulders.
He flexed his jaw, meeting her gaze. The hesitation and nervousness there almost had pity rearing its head and demand he take the lead.
But no, this was her game to control.
“I’m going to kiss you,” she announced.
A smile tugged, and despite his determination to be a dormant partner in this little scene, he couldn’t help but offer advice.
“You don’t need to announce it, sweetie. You should just do it.”
“Oh, right.” She nodded. “I’m going to try again.” She winced. “Wait, I shouldn’t have said I’m going to try again. I’m just going to do it. But not say it.”
“Kristen—”
“Oh God, I’m beyond awful at this,” she muttered.
He started to laugh, and then her mouth covered his, drying up all his amusement.
Her lips moved softly, almost hesitantly against his before her tongue slid out to stroke the seam of his mouth.
Incredible.
So damn incredible to be kissing her again—no matter how soft and tentative it was.
The urge to grab the back of her head and plunge his tongue deep into her mouth struck hard, but he held back. Kristen wanted to control this little scene? Let her.
He kept his hands balled into fists at his side and let her keep all the power.
She darted her tongue into his mouth, finding his and flicking it lightly. He caressed back with his tongue, not taking control but not the inactive partner in that matter.
And then she sucked, drawing on him.
Sweet Jesus.
A moment later, she lowered her hips. Her dress rose higher, and the apex of her thighs came into contact with his dick beneath his jeans. They both groaned, and she ground down, pressing the soft heat of her center against him.
Hot need roared through his veins.
She tore her mouth from his to gasp in a breath, eyes wide. “Oh wow, that feels really good.”
And…he was fucked.