“Why’s that?” Jenn asks, nestling closer.
“Because I can’t strip you naked and make you scream up here.”
Her cheeks flush rosy, but I can tell from the spark of excitement in her eyes, she loves it when I talk this way. “True…” she agrees, tracing circles on my inseam. “But you could make me sigh… Maybe even moan a little. Quietly.”
Fuck.
“That sounds like a challenge, to me,” I growl, yanking her into my lap.
“Well, you are competitive, by nature,” she beams back at me.
“You’re damn right, I am.”
I kiss her again, this time slow and deep, letting my hands slide over her body, loving the way her breath hitches to my touch. I skim over the hem of her dress, moving to kiss her neck and bare shoulders.
“Did I tell you how hot you look in this dress?” I murmur, fighting the urge to untie those straps.
She shakes her head.
“So. Fucking. Hot.” I punctuate every word with kisses… And graze my fingers over the fabric between her legs.
Jenn gasps, and I check her expression, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she gives me a blushing nod of permission.
Double-fuck.
I glance around. We’re on the slow descent now, but the way the cars are staggered, nobody really has a view into our car. And with Jenn pressed against me…
No-one can see my fingers move again, pressing gently, circling at the apex of her thighs.
“Austin…” her voice is shivery. Sexy as hell.
“There’s the sigh,” I note, finding her clit beneath the thin fabric of her dress and panties, and stroking again, more focused. “Now, let’s see about the moan.”
Jenn gives a little pant, wild-eyed, like she can’t believe this is happening. And hell, neither can I. But there’s something about this woman that makes me lose my mind a little.
Correction: a lot.
I nip lightly at her neck, sliding my hand under her skirt now and up her bare thighs to find her panties pulled tight and—fuck—already damp for me.
I stroke again, right on target.
“Look at all the people down there,” I murmur, getting a hunch and running with it. “They have no idea what a dirty girl you are, bucking against my fingers right here for anyone to see.”
Jenn makes a whimpering noise at the dirty talk, her breath coming faster.
Bingo.
“Yeah, that’s it.” I lick up to her ear, my fingers still working her bud in tight circles. “Makes you wet, doesn’t it? Being a bad girl for once, doing what feels good.”
“Austin,” she gasps softly, wriggling against my hand. “Oh my God…”
“Now here’s the thing,” I continue, speeding up my pace. “I’d say we’ve got another minute before people start to notice you getting all worked up. So that means, you’re going to have to come for me.”
Jenn inhales in a rush. “But… I…”
“I know.” My mouth is hot against her ear, she’s writhing against my hand making little whimpering noises, and fuck it, I haven’t been this turned on in my life.
Well, since the last time I was inside her, all of fifteen hours ago.