heart skipping and my breath hitching.
Was he trying to bring back memories? The ones of foggy windows and panting breaths, to the hips that met forcefully and the begging not to stop.
For a moment we sat there, both of us looking over the city, breathing evenly, and I wasn’t sure anything was going to happen when he finally spoke. “The first time I took you up here . . . ” And then his voice trailed off, as if the memory had passed. Had he forgotten our time here?
“Wanna make out?” My words rushed out.
He shifted sideways slightly, his weight transferring to the right, and bent his head back so I could see his eyes. “Is that what you want?”
My lips parted, and I sucked in a breath. Hell, yes, I wanted that.
“Come over here,” he said in a rough whisper as he looked over at me.
“Where?”
As he leaned to one side with his hand draped over the steering wheel, his eyes found mine in the low light. “Here . . . on me.” Jace knew how to be sexy, always had. But now, after weeks of being deprived, he was amazing, and it really didn’t matter if he was being sexy or not. It was like denying yourself chocolate, and when you finally caved and got some, you’d just about settle on a damn Hershey’s Kiss just to get a taste.
When I didn’t go, Jace licked his lower lip. Shit got me every time.
I unbuckled myself and practically launched my body onto his lap. He grunted when I fell onto him but smiled anyway. “I take that as a yes.”
Even though I’d suggested that we make out, reality was still present. I wasn’t Shanna. Public fornication wasn’t exactly my thing.
“What if there’s someone watching?” I knew for a fact that they patrolled this area frequently. Last thing I wanted was to be picked up by Seattle PD.
Problems with the current situation?
There were many. I wasn’t sure he saw any of them. I also had a fear about being arrested.
Now, keep in mind this wasn’t likely to occur, I was sure making out in a car wasn’t exactly illegal, but still, this was a valid fear of mine. You must admit that.
Jace liked to tease me endlessly about my fears of being arrested. I was never amused by this. He’d been arrested twice, one for disturbing the peace and the other for being drunk in public, and acted like it was no big deal.
“Who cares?”
See? No big deal for him.
His hands wrapped around my ass, squeezing. I considered breaking my eyes from his, but couldn’t. And I definitely couldn’t when the next song on his playlist came on: “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. “What . . . are you scared they’ll tape us?” A low laugh rumbled in his chest. He was clearly amused by his remark.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“I plan to.” His rough voice unnerved me. After all these years, he still got to me and kept me anticipating everything he said and did.
Straddling his lap wasn’t all that comfortable. Car sex is hard. In the front seat of any car is hard, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Had I said something, I thought for sure he would have stopped and realized we were grown adults. In a car. Making out like kids.
So I continued because I wanted the feeling you get when you were doing something spontaneous. Now I knew why Shanna always did shit like this. I totally understood the thrill now.
I was positive I would have his “FORD” steering wheel logo permanently imprinted in my ass, but I kept going for the thrill.
There were times when Jace was gentle. Like our first time. He was gentle then. But right now, it wasn’t like that. Now was lusty and needy. Animalistic, even.
Now that we were making out like kids, I was contemplating jumping in the bed of the truck for more room.
Had it not been so cold, I would have been all over that.
Arching my back, I let my hair fall over the steering wheel, feeling and breathing with the beats.
That got him. He moaned low and deep. “I thought about your sexy fucking body all day long.” Nipping at my chest, his
Was he trying to bring back memories? The ones of foggy windows and panting breaths, to the hips that met forcefully and the begging not to stop.
For a moment we sat there, both of us looking over the city, breathing evenly, and I wasn’t sure anything was going to happen when he finally spoke. “The first time I took you up here . . . ” And then his voice trailed off, as if the memory had passed. Had he forgotten our time here?
“Wanna make out?” My words rushed out.
He shifted sideways slightly, his weight transferring to the right, and bent his head back so I could see his eyes. “Is that what you want?”
My lips parted, and I sucked in a breath. Hell, yes, I wanted that.
“Come over here,” he said in a rough whisper as he looked over at me.
“Where?”
As he leaned to one side with his hand draped over the steering wheel, his eyes found mine in the low light. “Here . . . on me.” Jace knew how to be sexy, always had. But now, after weeks of being deprived, he was amazing, and it really didn’t matter if he was being sexy or not. It was like denying yourself chocolate, and when you finally caved and got some, you’d just about settle on a damn Hershey’s Kiss just to get a taste.
When I didn’t go, Jace licked his lower lip. Shit got me every time.
I unbuckled myself and practically launched my body onto his lap. He grunted when I fell onto him but smiled anyway. “I take that as a yes.”
Even though I’d suggested that we make out, reality was still present. I wasn’t Shanna. Public fornication wasn’t exactly my thing.
“What if there’s someone watching?” I knew for a fact that they patrolled this area frequently. Last thing I wanted was to be picked up by Seattle PD.
Problems with the current situation?
There were many. I wasn’t sure he saw any of them. I also had a fear about being arrested.
Now, keep in mind this wasn’t likely to occur, I was sure making out in a car wasn’t exactly illegal, but still, this was a valid fear of mine. You must admit that.
Jace liked to tease me endlessly about my fears of being arrested. I was never amused by this. He’d been arrested twice, one for disturbing the peace and the other for being drunk in public, and acted like it was no big deal.
“Who cares?”
See? No big deal for him.
His hands wrapped around my ass, squeezing. I considered breaking my eyes from his, but couldn’t. And I definitely couldn’t when the next song on his playlist came on: “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. “What . . . are you scared they’ll tape us?” A low laugh rumbled in his chest. He was clearly amused by his remark.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“I plan to.” His rough voice unnerved me. After all these years, he still got to me and kept me anticipating everything he said and did.
Straddling his lap wasn’t all that comfortable. Car sex is hard. In the front seat of any car is hard, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Had I said something, I thought for sure he would have stopped and realized we were grown adults. In a car. Making out like kids.
So I continued because I wanted the feeling you get when you were doing something spontaneous. Now I knew why Shanna always did shit like this. I totally understood the thrill now.
I was positive I would have his “FORD” steering wheel logo permanently imprinted in my ass, but I kept going for the thrill.
There were times when Jace was gentle. Like our first time. He was gentle then. But right now, it wasn’t like that. Now was lusty and needy. Animalistic, even.
Now that we were making out like kids, I was contemplating jumping in the bed of the truck for more room.
Had it not been so cold, I would have been all over that.
Arching my back, I let my hair fall over the steering wheel, feeling and breathing with the beats.
That got him. He moaned low and deep. “I thought about your sexy fucking body all day long.” Nipping at my chest, his
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