Page 143 of Ignition

I took my time shrugging it off her, fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake—along her collarbone, down her shoulders, on the sides of her breasts—until she was half-naked, flushed, and nearly trembling in my lap.

The light in the car was dim, only the glow from the dashboard and whatever lights cut through the fogged-up windshield, but it was enough to make out the stiff, needy peaks of her nipples and the softness of her, and though it was too dark to see, I knew freckles peppered that beautiful pale skin.

My spine turned liquid.

All breath evaporated from my lungs, and my throat worked as I tried to smother a guttural, strangled sound.

With trembling fingers, I reached out to feel her bare in my hands—soft, pliant, and needy.

My palms kneaded her perfect tits, thumbs teasing her nipples while I drank her in like I’d been starving, swallowing hard and aching to feel the rest of her naked under me.

“Remind me why we waited this long,” I rasped, breathing as if my lungs had turned into a sieve.

A soft, deeply amused chuckle rumbled in her chest, vibrating into my palms.

“Cause you were an ass,” she supplied, drawing my lips into a grin.

“Smartmouth.”

I guided her down onto the backseat in a half-sitting position, her back flush with the side of the car, and my body settled on top of her, stealing the breath from both our lungs.

My mouth found hers again in a sloppy, hungry kiss that spelled out all the things I wasn’t saying, and my fingers dug into her hips as I rocked against her, dragging out another whine.

I sucked on a nipple, hard, then licked over the aching nub, slow and torturous.

Her hand flew up, smothering a broken keen of pleasure.

“Nu-huh, none of that.” I clicked my tongue as I let go of her nipple and pried her hand away from her face.

“I wanna hear every sound. Don’t you dare,” I growled, pointedly guiding it to my back again.

I speared her a heated glare that promised retribution.

In a blink, her obedient fingers twisted in my sweater.

Good girl.

My hand and mouth resumed, working in unison on her tits and nipples, kissing, sucking, and biting all over as she squirmed under me, while I pressed her into me harder by the small of her back, and we rocked against each other—the friction so exquisite, I worried I might explode.

Snaking my palm around, I dragged it over her stomach, allowing a sliver of space between us.

I stopped at the waistband of her pants, drinking in every drop of heady anticipation, before my fingers started drawing lines on the sensitive skin right under the hem of her lacy panties.

“Nnngh—”

Her hands shot out to fist in my hair.

Greedy. Desperate. Perfect.

“Good girl,” I rumbled on her skin.

A full-body shudder passed through her, one I felt from my chest to my thigh.

Oh, this is too good.

I’d suspected earlier at bowling, but the confirmation was like accidentally finding diamonds while digging for gold. A dark thrill shot through me as I pondered how I was going to use this against her: whisper it in class? Lean in and say it during a casual dinner? Would she jump in her seat?

I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and failed to smother a smirk.