I give him a huge smile, loving the bright sparks in his eyes. I take the flowers and inhale their lovely fragrance, then peer at him through my lashes. “What if I hadn’t gotten it?”
A stunned gasp. “In what bizarro alternate universe?”
His exaggerated shock makes me giggle like a teenager. But at the same time, I feel powerfully charged. I could probably single-handedly take down a battalion of Klingon warriors, then destroy a fleet of Romulan ships. And I could do it in ten seconds, with one hand tied behind my back and in high heels and in an impractical bikini girl-warrior outfit. Because, as everyone knows, no female warrior outfit comes with protection for your stomach or legs, just a huge push-up bra made of some shiny metal.
Out of pure impulse and happiness, I kiss him with all the bubbling happiness in my heart, all the pleasure he gives me by just being with me. I can’t think of the time I was this impulsive with affection with my exes. I flick my tongue across his mouth for a taste. Court always has that special blend of flavors—sweet, heady and utterly male.
Blood grows hot in my veins, swelling and rushing like rivers after a heavy rain. White heat flares in my belly then spreads all over in waves. The sound of his rough breathing hits me more potently than any seductive whisper. I love how basic and honest his reaction is.
“You drive me crazy,” he rasps, his blazing gaze searing my face. “But we need to go somewhere else unless you want everyone at OWM to see you making out in the lobby before your first da—”
“Definitely not.” I grasp his hand, linking our fingers tight. “Let’s go.”
Through the walk to the elevator and the descent to the underground garage, the lust beats strong and hard inside me. I’m already slick between my legs, the air too hot and heavy in my lungs.
“My car’s over there.”
“Mine’s closer,” Court says.
I should take my car because that’s practical, but I can’t bear to be separated from him, not even for the drive between OWM and his penthouse. I let him lead me to his Maserati and drive us to his place like a maniac.
Once we’re in the garage of the penthouse, I’m so revved up that even the feel of his naked palm against mine is almost too much.
The engine cuts off. Instead of getting out, we stare at each other for a moment, the air between us crackling. Then, inside the luxurious leathery cocoon, we’re on each other.
It’s a little awkward to work around the dash, wheel and stick, but they’re no match for the forceful urgency of our need. Court devours my mouth, stoking my lust with every lick and suck. I return the favor, wanting to drive him as mad with desire as me. He’s utterly magnificent and sexy as hell when he starts to lose himself in lust—in me. He cups my breast through my clothes, and I gasp. It feels good to have him touch me, but I need more.
I get rid of my jacket and top, then push the bra out of the way. He dips his head to flick his tongue across one of my beaded nipples, sending sharp pleasure spearing through me. He pulls it into his mouth, sucking hard. Electric sparks run along my spine, blissful sensations spreading all over and making me tingle to the tips of my toes. I reach out and touch him through his pants. He’s hard, and I can feel the pulsing through the fabric.
“Fuck, that feels awesome,” he says.
I grip him harder.
“I love it when you do that.”
And I love it when I make him feel good.
He lavishes loving attention to my other breast while pushing my skirt up. I hear a small rip as my panties fall away, but I don’t care. They’re replaceable.
He glides his thumb between my folds, ending on my clit. I cry out, my vision dimming at the hot pleasure.
“You’re so damn wet.”
“I’ve been wet since the kiss in the lobby.”
He gives me a wicked grin, then licks the slickness from his thumb. “Yum.”
“Not fair for only you to get a taste.” I tug at his pants.
He obliges, unbuckling, unzipping and pushing them down along with his underwear. His cock’s hard, veins thick and pulsing along the shaft. I wrap my hand around it and feel it beat in my fist like a heart. My heart picks up its tempo—harder and faster.
My eyes on his, I run my thumb over the slit and spread the slick precum until his entire cockhead is shiny. His breathing grows shallow and quick. I smile, feeling powerful. Because I want to drive him wild, I slip the thumb into my mouth and suck softly, as though I have his cock in my mouth and this is a prelude to a lusty fellatio.
Court curses under his breath. “You tease. You’re going to pay for that.”
“Oh yeah?” I raise an eyebrow in a mock dare. The hottest and most delicious anticipation is sizzling over my skin. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
And I’ve never even done anything like this before—car sex, and in a garage. His penthouse is only an elevator ride away, but it seems like light-years.