Page 97 of Gamebreaker

The city lights streamed past the tinted windows. My thumb traced circles on her palm, and I felt her shiver.

"Cam—"

I kissed her.

Couldn't wait anymore. Couldn't sit there pretending I had control when she was right there, her hand in mine, her mouth so close, the memory of how she tasted driving me out of my mind.

Harper made a sound of surprise that quickly turned into want, into need. Her free hand fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer in the confined space of the backseat. I cupped her face with my free hand, angled her head exactly how I wanted it, and kissed her deeper.

She tasted like vodka and lime and three days of desire. Like every reckless decision I'd ever made and every careful plan I'd ever abandoned. Like the best worst idea I'd ever had.

Her tongue slid against mine, and I groaned into her mouth. The sound seemed to ignite her because suddenly her hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my neck, sliding down to grip my shoulders with enough force to leave marks.

I pulled her closer, needing to feel more of her, needing to erase the memory of three days without this. She shifted in her seat, practically climbing into my lap in the confined space, and I helped her, my hands on her hips guiding her until she was straddling me.

"Fuck," I breathed against her mouth when she settled fully onto my lap, her thighs bracketing mine, her body pressed against me, and it made coherent thought impossible.

"That's the idea," she gasped, then kissed me again with bruising intensity.

My hands slid under the jersey, finding bare skin at her waist, and she arched into the touch with a sound that went straight between my legs. Her skin was impossibly warm, impossibly smooth, and I wanted to map every inch of her with my hands and mouth and tongue.

"We're in a car," I managed between kisses.

"I noticed." She rolled her hips against me, and I saw stars. Fuck. “Don't care."

"The driver—"

"Can't see us. Divider's up. Now shut up and kiss me."

I kissed her. Harder this time, letting my hands slide up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through her bra, and she gasped into my mouth. Her hands were under my shirt now, nails scraping down my stomach, making me groan.

"God, Cam," she breathed, grinding against me in a rhythm that was going to drive me out of my mind. "I've been thinking about this for three days straight."

"Just three days?" I moved my mouth to her jaw, her neck, finding the spot below her ear that made her shiver. "I've been thinking about it since the clinic. Since you fit against me like you were made to drive me crazy."

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes dark and dilated. "What have you been thinking about?"

"Everything." I kissed her again, softer this time. "Your mouth. Your hands. The sounds you make. What you'd look like in my bed. What you'd taste like. How you'd feel."

"Show me." Her hips rolled against me again, and I could feel how wet I was, how much I needed her. "Show me what you've been thinking about."

My hand slid up to cup her breast properly this time, and she moaned into my mouth. I could feel her nipple hardening through the fabric of her bra, and I wanted nothing more than to get that damn jersey off and taste her.

"When we get to my place," I promised, my voice rough. "When we're not in a car. When I have room to lay you out properly and take my time."

"I don't want you to take your time. I want you to make up for all that time of wanting you and not having you."

Her hand slid between us, pressing against me through my jeans, and I bucked into the touch with a sound I didn't recognize. Need and want and days of frustration compressed into one desperate noise.

"Harper—"

"Tell me what you want," she demanded, her hand applying pressure in exactly the right place. "Tell me what you've been imagining."

"You." I was barely coherent. "In my bed. Naked. My mouth on you. My hands on you. Making you come so hard you forget your own name."

She made a wounded sound and kissed me with disastrous fury. Her hand was still between us, rubbing against me through denim that felt like a cruel barrier, and I was so close to coming just from this, just from her hand and her mouth and her body on mine.

The car hit a bump, and we broke apart, both of us breathing hard, both of us disheveled and flushed and absolutely destroyed with wanting.