Page 35 of Summer Heat
His eyes were hot on hers, and a delicious shiver took hold, a premonition of what was to come. The scent of his musky cologne surrounded her, and it was all she could do not to crawl into his lap and make herself at home.
“Lie back,” he said in a deep, seductive voice.
Trembling, she eased back against the far door, and he lifted her legs over his thighs, sliding across the seat until her ass was almost in his lap. Excitement licked through her as his big hand cupped her exposed calf … and worked its way up her leg, his thumb caressing her skin in a slow, deliberate glide.
Arousal, warm and wet, trickled onto her upper leg, and her pussy clenched with desire and need. His finger reached the crease at her thigh, and he traced a line, closer and closer to her aching sex, reaching beneath her panties.
“I can make you feel good,” he said in a thick voice, his teasing finger sliding in a barely there swipe over her clit.
Her hips bucked upward, but he didn’t immediately offer her relief.
“What do you want? I need to hear you say it,” he said.
“More,” she whispered.
He pulled down her underwear, then slicked his finger over the outer lips of her sex in a deliberate tease. He added a second finger as he touched her everywhere but where she needed friction the most.
“Kade, please.”
“Please what?” he asked, a determined glint in his eyes. “The words, Lexie, and I’ll give you everything you want and need.”
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sp; Who knew he had such a sadistic streak? she thought, the gnawing emptiness growing with every second he waited, torturing her with delayed gratification. His fingers continued to taunt her with deliberate strokes, back and forth, over and over, until her hips rose in time to his ministrations.
“Touch me,” she begged, her voice catching.
“Where?” he asked through a clenched jaw.
She didn’t do dirty talk, but if that’s what it would take for him to give her relief, she’d do it.
“And look at me when you ask.”
He wisped his finger over her clit, not hard enough to satisfy, just enough to leave her emptier than before.
She met and held his gaze. “Touch my sex.”
“More.”
She was near to weeping now. “Touch my pussy. My clit. Make me come, Kade, please.” She begged and waited breathlessly for his touch.
He shoved her dress higher and pulled her panties partway down her legs. “We missed dinner,” he said before lowering his head and swiping at her clit with his warm, wet tongue. “And I’m starved.”
She moaned loudly, and he began devouring her in earnest. He lapped at her juices and took her out of her head, to a place where pleasure reigned and all she could focus on was the feel of his mouth against her sex. She ground her hips against him, the pleasure intense and growing, rising, quickly becoming an inferno ready to explode.
She reached down. Grabbed his hair. Pressed him harder against her sex, and suddenly her orgasm struck, her entire body swept under by its power. Waves pummeled her from all sides, inside and out, her hoarse cries echoing in the back of the enclosed car.
He gentled his touch, taking her down slowly, still licking her, this time gently, until she collapsed, spent, against the uncomfortable door.
He wiped his mouth against her thigh, then pressed a soft kiss to her skin before raising his head and meeting her gaze.
“Delicious,” he said, pulling her panties back up her legs.
Barely able to process what had just occurred, she watched in silence as he righted her dress, smoothing the front down over her legs.
“Good?” he asked.
Her lips parted, but no words came out, so she nodded.
