She shrugged, wrapping her arms around her midriff. “I’ll live.”
“I can warm you up.” I stalked toward her, crowding her against the side of the car.
“Zane, wait—”
“Don’t wanna talk, Einstein.” I nuzzled her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. My lips latched onto the skin beneath her ear and sucked greedily.
Celeste whimpered, clutching my hoodie. “Oh God,” she moaned.
“Already told you, babe. Not God.” I lifted my head to find her watching me, her eyes glittering with wariness. “What?”
“I thought…”
“You thought what?” Irritation crept in. “That I invited you here to talk? I don’t want to fucking talk, Celeste. And I don’t think you do either.”
Dipping my head, I brushed my lips over hers. Soft and slow, giving her time to warm up to me. Her fingers tightened in my hoodie, dragging me closer until my body fell against hers, pressing her into the side of the car.
She opened for me, and I swept my tongue into her mouth, loving how responsive she was. Usually, I fucked a girl, got my kicks, and moved on. But Celeste was different. I found myself imagining all the ways I could make her come apart, make her scream. I wanted to lay her out and take my time, completely lose myself in her.
It was unnerving.
Sheunnerved me.
But rather than walk away and forget all about the pretty girl from the other side of town, I kept pulling her back in. It was supposed to be a game. A distraction. A bit of fun. But the rules were changing.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about how good you tasted on my fingers.” I slipped a hand between us, grabbing her bare thigh and sliding my hand up, up, up.
“Z-Zane,” she choked out as I pressed the heel of my palm against her.
It wasn’t enough. I needed to feel her. Lose myself in between her soft thighs. Hooking Celeste’s panties to the side, I dipped two fingers inside her.
“Maybe we should get in the car,” she murmured, her words thick with desire.
“I don’t think so. I think it gets you hot knowing anyone could see us. See the Darling Hill princess letting the boy from The Row dirty her up.”
“Oh God…” she cried, trying to bury her face in my shoulder. But I crashed my mouth down on hers, swallowing her moans.
It still wasn’t enough though. I needed more.
“I need to fuck you.”
The words landed between us like a bomb. Celeste blinked at me, her expression unreadable. But then her eyes softened as she leaned in, brushing her lips over mine.
“Okay.”
Okay? Was she for real?
She wasn’t supposed to say okay. She was supposed to put a stop to this. To end this. Because I wasn’t thinking straight. I was a fucking mess and I just needed it to stop.
I needed the constant pressure inside me to disappear. So that I could breathe, just for a little while.
“Zane, it’s okay.” She cupped my face, kissing me. “I want you.”
Thank fuck.
I hitched her leg around my waist, curling my fingers deeper.
Celeste’s moans filled the air, her body trembling as I pushed her closer, rolling my thumb over her clit how I knew she liked it.