“I love your body.” She placed an openmouthed kiss on one of my nipples.
“I love yours.” I shuddered, then lazily opened my eyes.
Tasha, with her rumpled hair and flushed cheeks. God. I was beginning to think I could love a whole lot more than her body if pressed.
I tossed the blanket into the backseat and kissed her. She tasted like sex and I wanted to lick every inch of her.
“Say something else,” she whispered against my mouth.
“I want inside you.”
I didn’t know if she was testing my speech abilities, but I didn’t care, either. An answering heat flared in her blue eyes. I kissed her deeply and she kissed me back, and I let my hands wander from the neck of her shirt to her breasts.
“Here?” she asked.
I nodded. It was about time to christen this car. I wanted Tasha like that. In the car. Bucket seats would make this a challenge, but I was up for it.
“Don’t you need a minute to…recover?” she gasped when I yanked her shirt over her head. She took a cautious look around, but there was nothing in the surrounding woods save trees and crickets and stars. Andher. Even in the gathering darkness, she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Don’t worry about me.” I had other plans and they didn’t involve sex. Not yet. I had plans to go down on Tasha, and I was sure the rest of me would get back in the game eventually. I shoved her floral skirt over her thighs and leaned across the seats, suffering the wrath of a stick shift to the ribs.
Second thought…
I climbed out of the car, walked around, and opened her door.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
I turned her body and pulled her legs out of the car. She said my name on a sigh when I coasted my hands up her thighs. The sound of Tasha Montgomery sighing my name was unparalleled. I wound eager hands around her panties, my mouth watering in anticipation.
“No. You don’t have to do that.” She put her hands over my hands beneath her skirt.
“I know.” I wanted to. I wanted her on my tongue more than I wanted my next breath. “Therapy.”
I sent her a grin and she grinned back. Tasha said I needed tongue exercises, and this qualified.
She relaxed her hands and settled back as best she could in the bucket seat. I threw her legs over my shoulders.
And there, in the park, hidden behind a hill in a patch of trees, I started exercising.
Tasha
I was sure there would be no way I could relax with Cade between my legs in a public place, but I realized shortly after he tugged my panties off and threw them at me that I was about to be proven very wrong.
I was fully prepared to fake it the way I had with Tony. To be completely honest, this wasn’t my favorite activity in bed. “In the car,” however, it was quickly zooming into my top five. Even though my lower back was pressed against something uncomfortable and my knee was wedged against the car’s frame.
Gradually, every worry and discomfort fell away as Cade licked and sucked. I grabbed his hair while his mouth moved over me.
And then I realized I was going to come like this with hardly any effort at all. My heart was racing, and the tingling of my nipples signaled my building orgasm.
Cade knew. He picked up the pace, his focus narrowing on my clit as I tipped my hips upward, my fingers in his hair pulling harder.
Oh God. Oh, yes, this was working.
On the good-girl-doing-very-bad-things scale—letting a boy with tattoos take me in his convertible—I was about to earn a gold star.
“Cade,” I breathed. He didn’t answer. It was just as well. What followed was a series of unintelligible moans.
He hummed low in his throat, and the sound vibrated against my sensitive flesh. I threw my head back. Close, so very close. He was settled in for good, but I came two seconds later, writhing against his face while whispering my praise. My body clenched and released and my fingers continued their pulling even as I sagged lower in the seat.