Page 160 of The Temporary Fiancée
At that, he grimaces slightly. “Whatever you say.”
“Did you have a good time?”
“Honestly, not really,” he admits, sighing. He leans back against the car’s leather upholstery and adds, “I had a great time with you, and talking to your parents. But other than that, it wasn’t great.”
I frown, but before I can say anything, he grins at me.
“Thank you for coming,” he says. “You make everything better, you know that?”
I lean over to his side of the car, closing my eyes, and he meets me in the middle. When his lips close on mine, I’m immediately drawn in by their softness, lost in the warmth of his body.
You make everything better.
Those words repeat in my head as Reed keeps kissing me. His hand slides up my thigh, palm warm against my skin as his other hand drifts up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing my jaw. The way he’s touching me has my nerve endings singing.
I glance at the partition. It’s still sealed, the tinting dark enough that the driver can’t see us. Reed must notice my eyes go there, and maybe he can guess my thoughts, because he pulls me closer with a low groan.
“Come here, baby.”
His mouth finds mine again, deeper this time, as he rubs his thumb across the front of my panties, finding my clit through the thin fabric. My hips jerk forward against his hand before I can stop them.
“Reed—”
“Don’t worry,” he breathes. “I’ve got you.”
I open my legs wider for him, the leather seat cool under my thighs where my dress has ridden up. He keeps working me through the fabric, the lace dragging just enough to drive me crazy without giving me what I need.
I take his wrist and guide his hand exactly where I want it. He huffs a quiet laugh against my mouth, his fingers slipping under the elastic of my panties and gliding through my pussy lips.
“Fuck,” he groans against my lips. “You’re soaked for me already, baby.”
My breath stutters as his fingers circle my clit, and my eyes flick to the partition again on instinct.
“He can’t see us,” Reed promises. “There’s no one here but me.”
I nod, my fingers raking through his hair, my hips rolling against his hand. He keeps kissing me while his fingers stay focused on my clit. The combination is making my head spin.
After a long moment, he pulls back just enough to look at me, his thumb still working slow circles. There’s a glint in his eyes as he asks, “Do you remember that night I came to pick you up from the bar? When you were drunk?”
A grin pulls at my mouth despite myself, even as my hips keep rocking against his hand. “Of course I remember,” I say. “I thought it was so sweet of you to be worried about me, even though you were probably annoyed.”
He chuckles, his thumb pressing harder for just a second before easing off, and the shift makes me bite my lip. “You werea fucking mess, Liv,” he says, his teeth catching at my ear. “And I wasn’t annoyed. I was being patient.”
“Patient?” My voice comes out breathier than I meant it to.
His mouth grazes along my jaw. “Hang on, I’m getting somewhere with this.”
I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Take your time.”
“You climbed onto my lap in the back seat,” he says, his fingers still moving. “You were trying to kiss me. Trying to get me to do all sorts of things to you.”
“I remember that part too.”
His eyes find mine, and there’s something serious under the heat now. “I wanted to so bad. I almost did. But you were too drunk, and I wasn’t going to do that to you.”
My chest goes warm. He was so careful with me even back then, when he didn’t have any real reason to be. His thumb hasn’t stopped moving on my clit, and the combination of his words and his fingers is making my thighs tremble.
“Tell me something,” he says, his voice quieter now. “What were you hoping for that night? Did you want me to fuck you right there in the car?”
