Page 12 of One Night Stand After Another
She moved her hips in time with his thrusting fingers and clutched his shoulders, holding on for dear life as sensation rocked her.
His hand owned her now. At least two fingers, maybe three stretched her. His thumb trapped her clit, flicking, circling, teasing with feather-light pressure until she whimpered and writhed, and he pinned her down, head thrown back, mouth open, thighs wide.
Warm breath teased her nipple, and every muscle in her body locked. She hung, breathless.
His lips closed over her nipple at the exact instant his thumb flicked her most sensitive spot. Pleasure exploded from every point of contact, and she hurtled over the edge, shuddering against him, tears leaking down the sides of her face, spasm after spasm of pleasure coursing through her.
She both felt and heard his low groan as his lips and tongue explored her breasts. His fingers pressed deep, pulling a sound from her she’d never heard. They moved together, finding tiny ways to get closer despite their seat belts. His lips found hers again, and she opened her mouth, welcoming him.
Aftershocks kept her grinding against his hand until she realized the car wasn’t moving.
“Ummm.” Had they arrived at his place and were just sitting there outside his apartment while the driver waited for them to finish? Embarrassment rushed in. “Oh my God.”
“So sexy. I can’t wait until you do that with my cock inside you. Jesus Christ.” Zane’s voice was rough, sandpaper smoothing the edges off her sudden chagrin.
The car started moving again.Traffic—thank God.
Okay, she could do this.
His eyes glowed like dark crystals. She’d never felt more exposed in her life. Hell, shewasexposed. Her boobs were free to the breeze, his hand was buried between her legs, and she was a little afraid she couldn’t lift her head—like ever again, maybe.
A hard bulge against her thigh reminded her that while she’d had a blistering orgasm, he had not. “I promise to return the favor as soon as I can move, but that might be a while.”
The car stopped again.
“We’re here,” Zane said, “but hold still. I don’t want to wait to find out how you taste right after you come.”
He unbuckled his seat belt and threw it aside. Then he grasped her thighs to hold her dress and panties out of the way while he dropped one knee to the floor of the car and bent to deliver a long, slow lick right up her center.
Arousal seared every thought from her brain except…more.
He looked up from between her thighs. “I knew you would taste amazing.”
She blinked at him as he straightened and maneuvered himself back into his seat, giving her a brief grin when he folded her bra and jammed it into his coat pocket. She refastened her dress and shimmied until she was as presentable as she could be without support.
Plastic crinkled. Zane kept sanitizing wipes in the back of the car? Either he spent time driving young nieces and nephews with sticky fingers, or she wasn’t the first female he’d wrecked in the back of his Lexus SUV.
He did something on his phone. “All set.”
The partition lowered a few inches, and the driver handed Zane a brown paper bag.
“Thanks, Pete.” Zane looked at Clara. “What time do you want to go back to your hotel? Pete will take you.”
“I’ll call an Uber.”
“Are you sure? I’m happy to—”
“I’m sure.”
“Never mind, Pete. Catch you later.”
Pete nodded. “Bye, Zane.”
Zane helped her out of the car on her unsteady feet.
“What’s in the bag?” she asked.
“Condoms.”
