Page 161 of The Temporary Fiancée
His eyes hold mine, a small smirk tugging at his lips. I can tell exactly what he’s doing. What he wants. And the fact that he’s working me up with his fingers while he asks it is completely unfair.
Because the answer is,yes. That’s exactly what I wanted.
What I want right now.
Whimpering softly, I rest my palm against Reed’s chest as he leans back against the leather of the seat. His hand slides out from between my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine as I rise up onto my knees. I tug the hem of my dress up around my hips and glance once more at the partition behind me, licking my lips.
“He can’t see us.” Reed’s voice is raspy.
I hope he’s right about that, because I’m so fucking turned on right now that I’m not sure I’d care even if the driver could see. Reed pulls his hand away as I reach down and tug my panties aside with my fingers, holding the fabric out of the way so I can feel his rapidly hardening cock through his pants. His hands grip my ass and pull me down against him with a low groan.
“You dirty girl,” he murmurs. “I knew it.”
I run my palms up his chest, feeling his heart pounding through his shirt. He pulls me down for a kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, his hands roaming down to grip my hips. I roll against his lap, and the hard line of his shaft through his pants drags along my pussy.
He groans into my mouth, his hands tightening. “You feel that, baby? Feel what you do to me?”
My fingers find his belt, fumbling at the buckle, and his hand covers mine to help. We get it open together, then the button, then the zipper. He lifts his hips off the seat enough to shove his pants down, and the second his cock springs free between us, his hands are sliding up under my dress and gripping the sides of my panties. With one sharp tug, he tears them off my hips and tosses the scrap onto the seat beside us.
I gasp, my eyes going wide. “Reed?—”
“Don’t want anything in the way. I need to be inside you.”
I nod, because I need that too. “God, yes. Fuck me.”
A low groan tears out of him as he pulls me down for a hard kiss, his teeth catching at my pulse point on the way back from my mouth. His thumb traces my lower lip where my teeth were a second ago.
“Think you can stay quiet for me, or am I going to have to keep your mouth busy?”
I nod, even though I’m not at all sure I can. He huffs a laugh, his eyes glinting like he doesn’t believe me for a second.
But that doesn’t stop him from gripping my hips to guide me down onto his cock. The slick stretch of him filling me bare pulls a sharp gasp out of me, and my hand flies to my mouth to muffle the sound. His hands stay firm on my hips, easing me down the rest of the way until he’s fully seated inside me, my thighs trembling against his.
“Fuck. Liv. How do you feel so damn perfect?”
I can’t answer. I’m too busy trying to catch my breath. I plant one hand on his shoulder for balance and start to move, sliding up his cock and easing back down, my breath coming in short little pants.
He groans under his breath, his hands settling firmly on my hips as he watches me move. “That’s it. Take it slow, baby. Don’t rush it.”
I bounce on him slowly, the leather squeaking softly under us with every roll of my hips. The slick sound of him sliding in and out of me is loud in the quiet of the car. I bite down hard on my lip again, the awareness that we’re not alone making everything sharper.
His hands shift to my thighs. He leans back enough to look down between us, and his expression goes hungry.
“Lift the dress up,” he murmurs. “Let me see you, baby.”
I lift the hem with my heart thudding hard, baring myself to him. His hand catches at the fabric, helping me push it the rest of the way up to my waist, and he stares at the place where his cock is sliding into me, his breath going uneven.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you. Taking my cock right here in the back of this car. So fucking gorgeous riding me.”
A whimper builds at the back of my throat, and I press my hand against my mouth to keep it from escaping.
His hands grip my hips and start to take over the rhythm, lifting me up and pulling me back down on him. The anglechanges just slightly, and the next thrust hits something deep inside me that has my eyes fluttering closed.
“Touch yourself for me,” Reed breathes, a note of pleading in his voice, as if he’s desperate to get me over the finish line before his control snaps. “Make yourself come.”
A shudder runs through me at the words. I drop my free hand from my mouth—I need it more for this—and slide it down between us.
The second my fingers find my clit, the pleasure climbs sharper, the friction of my own touch combining with him inside me until I can already feel myself building toward a massive climax.
