Page 11 of One Night Stand After Another
“For starters, I’d like to suck your nipples while you come on my fingers.”
“Here? Now?” The tingles were nearly unbearable. She was going to say yes, but she kind of wanted to hear more dirty talk.
Zane nodded at the front seat. “He can’t see us. Doors are locked. Windows are dark.”
“Okay,” she said. “Then yes. Please,” she added.
“I feel like my extreme good fortune is going to disappear at any minute, so I want to start with all the best things on my plate before I eat everything else.”
“A dessert first kind of guy, huh?”
“Definitely.”
This was it. The moment she was choosing to spend the next eight hours doing whatever the hell bad decision she wanted before she followed her plan. “I like dessert,” she said.
“Excellent.”
His arms surrounded her in a warm embrace, making her feel—safe? That was ridiculous. She’d basically given him permission to ravish her. She wasn’t safe. She was being reckless. She was letting herself down again. Letting chemistry mess with her head. She was only safe because it ended tomorrow, but God, it felt wonderful.
She groaned as Zane slipped his warm hand into the neckline of her dress and cupped her breast. His thumb brushed her nipple through her bra. She arched into his hand, feeling that slight touch between her thighs and wanting more.
She wriggled, twisting to release the back hooks of her sturdy, strapless bra, unwilling to wait for him to figure out the closure.
As soon as she was free, his warm hand cupped her bare breast, pinching her nipple gently. Sharp sparks of pleasure shot to her center, and she gasped.
With a twist of his wrist, he pushed her dress out of the way, exposed her breast, and bent his head. Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth, tonguing it firmly, picking up pressure and speed. Her hips moved restlessly, caught by the seat belt. She’d never forgotten what his hands felt like on her breasts, and his mouth was so much better.
He released the button at the back of her neck, apparently having figured out that the entire front of her dress would fall. He swept her bra out of the way. “Beautiful,” he murmured against her. “Amazing. I am so fucking hard right now.”
He nipped her teasingly and moved to the other breast, sucking, pinching, nibbling. She had no idea what he was doing, but she loved it and she wanted him to keep doing it. The tingles between her thighs became an insistent ache. Her breasts felt warm and fiery, so sensitive she had a feeling if she rubbed herself just right on the seat of the car while he sucked on her nipple, she’d orgasm right now.
“Are you wet, Clara?” he asked.
“Soaked,” she said primly.
His groan rumbled against her breasts. “Can’t wait.”
His arm slid around her, and he straightened. Cool air hit her breasts. She wanted to protest the lack of stimulation, but then his hand slid over her hips and down. He caught the hem of her dress and pulled it up. His fingers caressed her bare knee…and slid slowly up her thigh.
His heavy-lidded gaze held hers as he stroked the front of her panties with one fingertip. Her skin felt hot. Quick pants fell shamelessly from her lips. Was he going to watch her fall apart? Was he going to stare into her eyes as he slipped his finger beneath her panties and discovered “soaked” might actually have been an understatement?
His finger traced the line of lace at her thigh. “You’re so beautiful. I love that being with me did this to you.”
She gulped.
He smiled. “So responsive. So fucking soft.”
Her hips sought his hand. Thank God she’d never have to see him again, or she could never be so daring. She couldn’t hold his intense gaze any longer. Her eyes slid shut, and her head fell back against the seat.
“Stay with me now.”
“I’m here. I’m dying, but I’m here.” It was barely a whisper, but he must have heard her, because he chuckled.
“A miracle.” His finger slipped beneath her panties and slid inside her. She clenched around him, and he growled, moving his hand and making bright colors burst behind her eyelids.
She lifted her hips the half-inch that the seat belt allowed. No words. Just raw desperation. “Please.”
“I’ve got you.” He took her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath as his hand took command of her pleasure, stroking, sliding, circling her clit, repeating the process. His lips coasted to her cheek, where he pressed a soft kiss, then to her ear, where he nipped, making her shiver and buck with anticipation. She knew where he was headed, and her tension wound tighter.
