Page 138 of Rising Heat

I wrap my hands around her hips and slow her down, lifting her off me completely.

“Tyler—”

The protest in her voice does something to me.

“Turn around.”

She doesn’t hesitate.

A second later, I’ve got her back against my chest, her legs draped over mine as I slide back inside her from behind and the angle makes her gasp fill the quiet of the cab.

“Better?” I murmur against her neck.

“Don’t…ask…stupid…questions,” she breathes.

I laugh against her soft skin and start to move, one hand splayed across her stomach to keep her tucked against me while the other finds her. She grabs hold of my forearm with both hands like she needs something to anchor herself.

Her head falls back onto my shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted.

I kiss my way along her jaw and down her neck before dragging my teeth across her shoulder, and I feel her starting to unravel against me.

I pick up the pace and she matches it. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the cab, the smell of sex heavy in the air around us. I tighten my grip on her hip and she lets me slam her down harder onto my cock with every thrust.

“I’m gonna…”

“Me too, baby,” I rasp against her ear. “Come with me.”

Her whole body draws tight against mine, every muscle tensing as I work her faster, and she rides me with a frantic desperation that damn near undoes me.

“Fuck, Ty⁠—”

I clap a hand over her mouth before the whole station hears her. Her thighs tremble around mine as she cries out against my palm, her body pulsing around my cock.

Three more thrusts, then I bury myself as deep as I can and follow her over the edge, filling her with warm ropes of cum before we both go completely still.

For a minute we stay tangled together in the dark of the cab, breathing hard against each other before I remember where we are.

I press my lips to her temple like a reflex.

She makes a soft sound and stays exactly where she is, and I notice that the way I notice everything with her lately, which ought to be its own red flag.

It’s not just the sex. The sex was everything I’d been thinking about for weeks and then some, but that’s not what’s keeping me here with my arms wrapped around her and zero interest in moving.

It’s the weight of her against me like she belongs there. The way she fits without trying.

I’ve done this enough times to know what it usually feels like after, and it doesn’t usually feel like this. It usually just feels done.

She shifts back just enough to look at me.

“You okay?”

I look at her for a second, unable to come up with a single good reason to stop doing this.

“Yeah.” I smile. “I’m good.”

She smiles back, and I squeeze her hip once before letting her go.

“Come on,” I say. “Let me walk you out before Coop finds us and makes this a whole thing.”