My building orgasm ebbed away, replaced by frustration and irritation. “Such a romantic. You can’t drive me home. Someone might see us. You’re not even supposed to be in this borough.”
I was already concerned about someone reporting our heavy make-out session, but this definitely wasn’t the sort of place my family or any of their associates would ever come.
“I don’t give a fuck if someone sees us,” he growled.
“I do. If my father or brothers found out I was...with you, they’d go nuts.”
“So let them.”
I shook my head. “You don’t understand. You don’t have anyone else to answer to.”
“Neither do you. You’re an adult. You can do whatever you want.”
I gave a small laugh. “Says someone who has the point of view of a man.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I folded my arms across my chest protectively. “Was it the same for Hallie? Were the expectations put on her the same as the ones put on you?” I already knew they weren’t. It was well known in our society that, up until recently, Jayden Wynter got to screw around as much as he liked, while his sister was used like a piece of property to secure an alliance between the two families. Maybe things worked out okay for her, but that wasn’t the point. “I wish things were different in our world, but they’re not. You could count on one hand the number of women running our kinds of businesses, compared to the number of men. If my family found out about us, things would end very badly.”
“For whom?” he asked.
“Both of us.”
He moved in closer again and lowered his tone. “So how about we just make sure they don’t find out.”
I shivered at his proximity. “What are you saying? That you want there to be an ‘us’? Excuse me for thinking you just want to screw the Gilligans’ daughter so you can use it against them.”
He grew serious. “Ivy, that’s not what I’m thinking, I swear it.”
I stared into his eyes, wanting to read the truth. “How can I believe that? It’s not like you’re known for your good morals.”
“You’d just have to try me.”
I wanted to scream in frustration. God, he was so tempting. I wanted to know how he looked completely naked. I wanted to taste every inch of his skin and watch his expression as he moved inside me. I was so utterly torn.
It was a risk, and I never took risks.
But for some reason, being near Jayden made me lose my head. All I wanted—no,needed—was to feel his hands on me and have his mouth on mine. I wanted him to consume me, to make me forget my name.
One time, I told myself. I could fuck him one time and get this out of my system and never go near him again. No one would have to know. Maybe it would be a mistake giving my virginity to Jayden Wynter, but at least I felt confident that he’d know what to do with it.
I caught him by the front of his shirt, fisting the material and yanking him closer. “Take me out to your car.”
He grinned, knowing he’d won, and caught up my hand. He pulled me along behind him, long strides taking us out of the rear exit of the pub and straight through into the small car park at the rear. Jayden’s black Range Rover stood out amongst all the battered, boy-racer cars and old Minis.
“A Range Rover,” I said. “Original.”
What was it about these vehicles that people in our business seemed to love so much?
“I prefer my motorbike, but I didn’t think it would be practical.”
Oh, so this was his plan all along—to find me and get me into the back of his car?
We were kissing before we even reached the vehicle, our tongues tangling, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. He slammed me against the bonnet and lifted me, so I wrapped my legs around his hips. His hand pushed under my top and roughly shoved my bra up as well, so he could get his hands on my bare breasts. My nipples crinkled and tightened, and he pinched them firmly enough to send heat rocketing down between my thighs. I was still wet and slippery from where he’d been fingering me in the pub. I was ready for him.
But he wasn’t going to take me out in the open like this. He set me down for a minute and hit the button on his key fob, opening the Range Rover. Then he reached for the rear door and yanked it open.
“In,” he commanded.