Pasting a smile on her face, she dodged the question. “Well, I must have been caught up in the moment from your kiss. You, Tristan Lucarelli, know how to make a woman feel special.”
Giving her a hard look, he didn’t speak for a few seconds. They both knew she was avoiding the question. He only had to decide if he’d go along with it. “Yeah, that must have been it.” Releasing her body, he stepped back to put some space between them. “Ready to leave?”
Taking a deep breath, she mentally put on her big girl panties and decided to play with the big boys. “I am. Let me grab my purse and shawl.”
Exiting the house, they walked to the car awaiting them. Tristan’s hand rested on the lower part of her back. Warmth traveled through her, spreading from the spot where his hand rested, to every pleasure point in her body. Looking over at his profile, she couldn’t help but notice the firm set of his jaw, and pursed lips.
His gaze swung from side to side, looking for what, she could only guess. He nodded to a man standing next to a black SUV across the street. She could tell he wasn’t just out for a friendly drive. She remembered that vehicle, and the man, from the other day when Tristan had been picked up at the café.
That helped her remember just who he was. What he was.
Tristan wasn’t some average guy who worked a nine-to-five job in the heart of Capitol Center. He didn’t push numbers all day, then go home to his apartment to watch sports all night. She’d do well to remember this wasn’t someone who went through life unnoticed, without enemies, and without blood on his hands.
Had she become so caught up in her desire for him that she’d forgotten the danger that surrounded him? She’d better remember exactly what the purpose of tonight was supposed to be. Primarily, it was about fulfilling her commitment to go on a date with him. Didn’t matter that she had her own plans for a night of mind-blowing sex. Other than that, those girlish fantasies of having anything more with him needed to disappear into the night air.
Once Tristan helped her into the back seat of the sleek black vehicle, the driver pulled off. He reached over and grabbed her hand. Heat simmered just under the surface. She wanted to continue where they’d left off in the house. Considering how she’d just lectured herself to remember who he was, she knew her brain was overheating from need, desire, and glee that her year-long drought could be over in a matter of hours.
“What are you thinking about? From the look on your face, I’d say we never should have left your house. Want to share those deep, dark secrets with me?” Leaning over, he brought his lips close to hers. One hand moved to her bare knee and began rubbing circles along her skin.
The sensation caused goosebumps to rise along her skin. Her breathing sped up. As his hand moved further up her leg, she moaned low.
“Are you going to tell me what you were thinking?” Tristan asked again.
It took her mind a minute to catch up, “N-Nothing.”
“Oh, no. You’re not getting away that easily. It was definitely something. The look in your eyes is telling me you have something specific on your mind.” Just as he finished, he used one hand to widen her legs slightly, just enough for his hand to slip between her thighs. “Have I told you lately how much I want you?”
“Not tonight. Then again, I don’t think words are necessary.” Looking down at the prominent bulge in his slacks, she licked her lips. Damn, what was he doing to her? His fingertips grazed the silk material of her thong covering her slit. She couldn’t help but release another low moan.
“Since the day I met you, I’ve wanted to know what you taste like.”
His fingers pressed harder against her pussy. She could feel her clit hardening and her pussy slickening in need. Of her own volition, she opened her legs even further, giving him more room to maneuver. He moved his head to the side and began placing soft kisses on her neck and shoulder. Occasionally, his teeth would nip and tug at the skin.
She tried to be quiet, she really did. The privacy window was raised between them and their driver, but she was still concerned about just how much he could hear. Unable to hold back any longer, her whimpers sounded in the vehicle as he played her body like a violin. Maybe she’d expected this, hoped for this, the entire time.
His fingers shifted, her thong moved to the side, and his digits began sliding up and down her wet folds. “Damn, baby, I knew you’d feel good. I can’t wait to have you beneath me.”
Stroking her with more force, he slipped one finger inside her slick channel. Her hips lifted from the seat as she wanted more of him inside her. A loud wail filled the interior.
“Fuck me,” he hissed. “You’re so tight and wet. Just let me give you this, baby. I won’t ask for anything else tonight.”
Sliding his thick digit inside her body, she could hear the slickness of her body as it welcomed him. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t his cock. As long as he was touching her, that was all she needed.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, before adding another digit. “Yes, sweetheart. Take it. I want you ready for me when I fuck you.”
Her hips rocked back and forth as he captured her lips with his. His tongue dueled with hers as he fucked her with his thick digits. Reaching her hand down, she grabbed his dick in his pants, rubbing and grabbing it as her own body got lost in the sensation of what he was doing to her. She couldn’t break the kiss. Wouldn’t break the kiss. If she did, the next sound from her mouth would be a scream.
She was almost positive that the driver knew exactly what they were doing in the backseat. The old Camille would be embarrassed at her wanton behavior. In the back seat of a car, getting freaky with the Prince of the Providence Mafia. What was she thinking? His thumb began to massage and flick her clit as he continued finger-fucking her. Oh yeah, knew exactly what she was thinking.This feels so fucking good.
Tristan lifted one of her legs to rest it over his. Shifting her body slightly, he got a better angle, before proceeding to speed up his motions. Wet, sloshing sounds became louder, their kiss became harder, rougher. His other hand grabbed onto the back of her neck, restricting her movements.
Right as she was ready to give up because she couldn’t take anymore, his thumb pressed down on her hardened clit. At the same time, his fingers pushed against on an area inside her channel. She exploded. The orgasm rushed through her like lightning. Body bowing, her back arched as wetness flowed from her body.
The scream that tore from her throat was muffled by Tristan’s mouth as he continued to kiss her. His hands continued to stroke and play with her body as if it had been his favorite toy for years. Although he slowed things down, he didn’t stop.
Breaking away from his kiss to take a break, she turned her head away from him. Embarrassed at her behavior, but unable to tell him to stop. It felt too good. She wanted it too much.
“Don’t turn away from me.” Using the hand gripping her head, he shifted her face towards him. “You’re beautiful when you come for me. I want one more.”