I get the hang of chess by the end of the second game. Even without his queen, Blake destroys me. The board is picked clear of white pieces except for the scared king cowering the corner.

The weight on my chest gets heavier. This is moving too fast. I met Blake two weeks ago and we're already planning our wedding.

Meryl doesn't want us to rush.

Can she really want us to lie?

Blake's phone buzzes. He picks it up. "The car is here." But he doesn't look happy about it.

I don't ask. Instead, I gather my things and follow him outside.

There's a black town car waiting on the street. It's normal compared to the limo. But it lacks privacy.

I want to be alone with him.

I want to surrender to him. To lose myself to the sensations he's creating in my body.

I step into the car, drop my purse on the ground, fold my hands in my lap.

Blake gives the driver instructions. There isn't any traffic right now. We should be in his apartment within forty-five minutes.

That's too long.

He makes me impatient.

There's an itch inside me. I'm desperate to scratch it.

Blake is all the way on the other side of the car. The middle seat is between us. It's only a few feet, but it feels like a million miles.

I don't get his head or his heart.

I need his body.

I need it pressed against mine.

I need to destroy every inch of space between us.

The car pulls onto the main road.

Blake's eyes pass over me. They light up with some mix of desire and curiosity. Am I a mystery to him too? It's hard to imagine. I feel like my heart is on my sleeve. But he looks at me like he can't figure me out.

He leans closer, so his mouth is hovering over my ear.

The warmth of his breath sends a shiver down my spine. My nerves wake up. They scream for attention.

His lips skim my neck. It's feather light, but I feel it everywhere. My sex clenches. My nipples harden. My knees knock together.

He kisses me harder.

His lips trail from my ear to my collarbone.

His fingers skim the neckline of my dress. "Unzip that."

"But—" I nod to the driver. Honestly, it doesn't bother me. No. It's more than that. I like the idea of the driver knowing. Of someone watching. It feels dirty. Wrong in the right kind of way.

"Now." He pulls my skirt up my thighs. "Don't make me ask again."

His voice is a demand. His eyes too.

There isn't a single part of me that wants to disobey.

I want to forget my thoughts. To forget everything but his words and his touch.

I reach behind me and pull the zipper down to my ass.

"Take it off."

The driver looks at me through the rearview mirror.

My cheeks flush.

My sex clenches.

He's going to watch.

And I want him watching.

I just don't want the car crashing.

I look to Blake and slide my straps off my shoulders, one at a time. My dress falls to my waist. "Is that enough?"

"Take off your bra." His tongue slides over his lips as he gives me a long once-over.

I follow his orders.

I unhook my bra and drop it on the floor.

This is getting to be a pattern—me topless and him dressed.

On display for him and anyone else who happens to be around.

Blake's eyes fix on me. "You're fucking gorgeous. You know that?"

My cheeks flush. "Thank you."

Blake undoes his seatbelt. He moves into the middle seat and presses his lips into mine.

He palms my breasts, rubbing my nipples with this thumbs. They harden instantly. His touch lights me on fire.

Need. Blake. Now.

It's the only thing my body knows. The only thing it's ever known.

He takes my hand and places it on his thigh.

It makes me hotter. Needier. I want every inch of his skin. I want him every way I can have him.

It feels so good to touch him. Even with his slacks in the way. His legs are muscular. Strong.

He takes my hand and places it over his hard-on.

Yes.

Now.

Please.

He drags his lips to my ear and sucks on my lobe. It sends pleasure right to my sex. I lose track of what I want more—his mouth on me or my hands on him.

It's all of it.

Everything.

"Unzip me," he says.

Yes.

Fuck yes.

I need to touch him.

My breath catches in my throat. My heart thuds against my chest. My hands get clumsy.

I fumble over his belt. Finally, I get it. I undo his button and pull down his zipper.

I cup him over his boxers.

There's barely any fabric between my hand and his cock.

Desire shoots through me. I need to feel him properly. I start to wrap my hand around him, but he grabs my wrist.

"Not until I tell you," he growls.

He's that animal Blake again.

The one I understand. Who understands me. Who knows what I want better than I know it.

I nod. Not until he tells me.

His teeth scrape my neck. It's just hard enough to hurt. "Hands at your sides."

It's torture bringing my hands back to my sides. They want his skin. I need to touch him. I need it in my bones.

He nips at my neck. It's a soft bite. Then a hard one. Pain shoots through me, waking up every nerve in my body.

Yes. I need this. He nips at the skin on my chest. Almost.

His lips brush my nipple. Light. Then harder.

He sucks on my nipple. No softness. It's so hard it hurts. Pleasure and pain whir inside me.

It's a lot.

But I still want more.

He toys with me, sucking, licking, biting softly. Then harder.

My instincts beg me to touch him, but I keep my hands at my sides. I tug at my dress. I squeeze my thighs together. I contain myself the best I can.

He moves to my other nipple and teases it mercilessly. It's this beautiful mix of pleasure of pain. Or need and satisfaction. I'm achy. Empty. Desperate to be full.

When he releases me, I'm panting.

His eyes lock with mine. He takes my wrist and guides my hand up his thigh, under his boxers, around his cock.

I wrap my hand around him. That's Blake in my hand.

I rub my thumb over his tip and he lets out a groan.

He grabs me by the hair, his palm flat against the back of my head. He wants my mouth around him.

And I want that too.

I have no idea what I'm doing, but I want it so badly.

I lick my lips reflexively. My eyes are begging him.

He nods, giving me permission.

I plant one hand on his thigh. He guides me into position.

My heart thuds against my chest.

My sex clenches.

I'm about to give Blake head in the back of a car and I don't have a single objection.

There's something wrong with me.

But I don't care.

I wrap my hand around his cock, wiping a drop of pre-come from the head.

I brush my lips against him. The skin is soft but he's so hard.

I try it again. Again. Until I find the spot that makes him groan.

Then I take him into my mouth.

He tastes good. Salt and something uniquely Blake.

His hands go to my hair. One cups the back of my head, holding me in place. It winds me tighter. All of it.

I slide my tongue around him. It feels so right, him in my mouth, him holding me in place, him utterly in control of how I bring him pleasure.

He presses his hand against the back of my head, guiding me over his cock.

He starts gentle. Then gets harder. Deeper.

Until he's so deep I'm gagging.

But that feels good too.

Blake's groan fills the car. I'm sure the driver is watching, but I don't care. That sound is music. That sound is poetry.

His hands tighten in my hair. He takes me deeper. Harder. I follow his motions. He shifts his hips, thrusting into my mouth, tugging at my hair as my tongue hits just the right spot.

Fuck, I love the way he pulls my hair.

I love everything about this.

He feels good in my mouth.

I run my tongue along every inch of his cock, testing his reactions. He shudders as I flick my tongue against his tip.

Perfect.

I do it again. Again. Again. He tugs at my hair a little harder. It spurs me on.

I slide my mouth over him and take him as deep as I can.

He leans back, holding me in place, as he thrusts into my mouth.

"Fuck, Kat…"

He goes harder. Harder. I'm stuck in place. At his mercy. Forced to take it as deep as he wants me to.

But I fucking like it.

His hand knots in my hair as he pulses. With the next thrust of his hips, he comes.

He's warm. Salty. A little sweet.

I catch every drop, swallowing when he's done.

"Fuck," he groans.

Something in Blake relaxes as I return to my seat.

The car slows to pull onto an off-ramp. We're almost back to his place.

I'm almost in his bed again.

I reach for my bra but Blake grabs my wrist.

"Take off the rest of your dress."

Desire shoots through me. I lift my hips to slide the dress to my feet.

He tugs at the strap of my thong. "That too."

I slide the panties to my feet. They fall over my dress.

Blake reaches for my coat and slings it over my shoulders.

I slide it all the way on and clasp all the buttons.

There's nothing under my coat but me.