leaning forward and bathing her skin with my tongue to ease the pain.
She sinks her hands into my hair, tugging on the strands extra hard, as if she wants to hurt me too. “I shouldn’t like you so much,” she confesses.
Now I’m confused. I lift my head away from her chest, my hands remaining on her breasts, her hands still in my hair. “Why not?”
“I’m supposed to hate you. Uh, your type, I mean.” I don’t get what she’s saying, but I sort of don’t care either. Not while I have her naked and willing in my car in the back of a church parking lot.
It feels…wrong. But in the best way possible. Like we could get caught. Someone could see us. She doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on. All I can see is naked skin and light brown pubic hair, and I reach for her there, sinking my fingers inside her wetness, finding and rubbing her clit with my thumb.
“Oh, God,” she chokes out as I stroke her. I want her to come.
Immediately.
Leaning in, I suck her nipple into her mouth as I explore her pussy with my fingers, coming back to her clit every few seconds. She trembles. She moans. She lifts her hips and rides my hand, helping me increase the pace. Back and forth she shifts, her breaths coming quicker, her skin becoming flushed. Hotter.
She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Faster,” she gasps, and I give her what she wants, watching her the entire time, my gaze locked on her pretty face. She comes apart in my arms, her body quaking with her orgasm. She whimpers, her eyes tightly closed, as if she’s solely focused on the way I’m making her feel, and when it’s finally over, she opens her eyes, her blissed-out gaze meeting mine.
My hand still cupping her, I lean in and kiss her, whispering against her lips, “You’re beautiful when you come.”
She pushes at my shoulders so I fall back against the seat. “Don’t say that.”
I’m frowning again. This girl is damn confusing. “Why not?”
“It’s…embarrassing.” She shakes her head, and I notice her cheeks are extra pink. Like I actually did embarrass her.
“No one has ever told you that before?” Of course, this makes me think of her having sex with other guys, and I’m immediately annoyed. Jealous. Possessive.
Yeah, all of those stupid caveman feelings are swamping me.
“No. No one has ever told me that before.” Her voice is flat and her gaze is distant, and no way in hell am I going to let this go to shit. Not after witnessing the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in a long-ass time. Maybe ever.
Reaching with my right hand, I search and eventually find the lever and recline the seat, until I’m practically horizontal, Jensen sprawled across the top of me. She puts her face in mine, her breath tickling my lips, and then we’re kissing.
I slip my fingers into her hair as I slip my tongue into her mouth, clutching her close. I keep the kiss soft. Romantic. I’m trying to coax her back into it, because what I just saw was her closing herself off, shutting me out.
And I don’t want that. Despite everything she’s done to me, and all the lies she’s told, I’m still into her. Maybe that makes me an idiot, but fuck it.
I’m too turned on to care.
I cradle her head in my hands and drink from her lips. Lick them. Thrust my tongue into her mouth so I can taste her. She moans as if coming back alive, her hands going for my shirt and hurriedly unbuttoning it. I help her help me out of it and she breaks away from my mouth to kiss along my neck, my chest…
“I want you inside me,” she murmurs, her fingers undoing the button, then sliding down the zipper of my jeans. She spreads the fly wide open, her fingers skimming over my erection, and a groan escapes me at her teasing touch. “Please, Rhett.”
She sounds desperate. I feel desperate.
We work together to take off my jeans, tug down my boxer briefs until my cock springs free. Before I can do anything she’s guiding me inside her, both of us groaning when I slip into her wet heat. She sinks all the way down, until I’m fully engulfed, and I close my eyes. Grit my teeth. I don’t want to come too fast.
But she feels so damn good.
Jensen starts to move and I help her, my hands at her hips, lifting her, pulling her back down. She’s fucking me hard, so damn hard. Her hands are braced on the roof, her breasts jiggling as she rides me. I stare up at her, captivated by her face, her body, the way she moves, the sounds she makes, how she’s so utterly lost to the feeling of the two of us together…
She opens her eyes and comes to a pause, smiling down at me. “You’re staring.”
“I am.” I don’t bother denying it.
“You like watching?” She raises her brows.