EIGHT
I unlocked the passenger door and handed her inside, slamming the door once she was safely buckled in. I sprinted around to the driver’s side, uncomfortable being even that far from her after the events of the day.
Sliding behind the wheel, I clicked the locks and secured us in the vehicle.
She didn’t speak as I started the engine and peeled out of the space. I did as promised and followed Zane’s black SUV, the looks of which screamed presidential motorcade, until we were far enough from Embassy Row I felt comfortable pulling over.
I zipped into a municipal lot and pulled up to a floor where cars were few and we had some privacy. With the engine still idling I turned to Chelsea.
She shivered in the seat and I didn’t know if it was from fear or the A/C pumping through the vents.
I switched the blower to low and looked back to her, valiantly trying not to let my gaze remain on her nipples.
It was too late. My mind went back to having them beneath my palm, in my mouth, against my bare chest.
I blew out a curse and unhooked my seatbelt and then hers, before grabbing her face and kissing her hard. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, claiming her the way I’d wanted to since finding her in this ridiculous dress with those other men.
It wasn’t enough. I needed more of her. Luckily the dress provided little to no barrier. I slipped one hand inside the plunging neckline, beneath the fabric to find her bare skin. I palmed her breast, squeezing the flesh until she drew in a breath.
Christ, I’d missed her. I’d imagined doing this more often than I was comfortable admitting. I’d dreamed and woken frustrated to visions of these breasts, of her mouth, of loving her, more times than I could count.
The steering wheel was in the way, as was the center console. I was willing to ignore both, as well as the discomfort if it meant I didn’t have to wait to be inside Chelsea.
I found the pins securing her hair and I tugged at them, sending her tresses tumbling down. I remembered that hair splayed across my chest that night as she rode me. I needed more.
I reached a hand down and gathered the fabric of her long dress. What it lacked on top, the dress more than made up for on the bottom in the long sweeping skirt.
Finally, I reached the bottom and connected with the heat of her leg.
Pushing up the hem, I moved higher until I hit the top of her thighs and slid my hand between them.
Her soft whimper as I spread her legs was my undoing. I didn’t care if Zane was worried or waiting. I didn’t care if this was by no means private or appropriate.
As my cock grew harder, I forged ahead. Bypassing the string that was masquerading as her undergarment I pushed inside her. The heat of her body engulfed my finger, making me want to plunge my cock inside.
She gripped my forearm with one hand, while she tangled the fingers of her other hand in my hair.
I knew well how to make her come in numerous ways. I’d employed enough of them that night and she’d delighted me over and over again. She didn’t disappoint me now as I worked her with one slick fingertip.
She moaned against my mouth as her tongue wrestled with mine and I knew we weren’t leaving this car until we’d both found satisfaction.
I extricated myself from the embrace to slide my seat all the way back and then reached for Chelsea in the passenger seat. She needed no coaching and climbed over to straddle me.
She reached between us. As I watched she unfastened my trousers and slid her hand inside. The touch of her hand on my cock after all this time had my eyes closing but only briefly. I forced them back open to watch her face.
Just the tip of her tongue peeked out as she stroked me with her hand. I nearly came right then and there, but I’d be damned if I finished this in her hand.
After all this time I wouldn’t be happy until I was inside her. Gathering up the yards of fabric again I pushed it up and out of the way until I found what I sought.
I lowered her over my length, shoved her minuscule panties to one side and plunged inside her.
The feel of her body surrounding me forced the breath from my lungs.
Arms wrapped around her waist, I pushed her lower until I was fully seated within her. After I got that initial claiming out of my system, I leaned back so I could see her face.
This was no time to lecture her, but what she’d done, the danger she’d put herself in, had me insane.
I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Don’t ever do anything like that again.”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer before palming the back of her head and taking her mouth again. I was buried deep inside this woman with both cock and tongue and the need to move, to take her, to drive us both to completion, was strong.
Lifting her weight off me so I had the freedom to move, I supported her with my hands on her ass and pistoned inside her, fast and hard.
Her breath against my ear sent a tingle down my spine. Her cries as they built to a crescendo had me pumping faster until I felt the orgasm break over her.
Her body gripped mine as her muscles spasmed around my cock inside her.
It threw me over the edge. I came hard and loud in a bloody sports car in a parking lot, without wearing protection, without thought for where we were, who might hear or that Chelsea deserved better than the front seat of my car.
My only excuse was that this woman made me crazy.