Her mouth was made to fit mine, of that I’m sure.

There is nothing better than this feeling, of pinning Eloise as I finally take what I’ve craved all of these weeks. Of feeling her burning skin as the cold air invades the erotic bubble we’re trapped in. Of tasting her, the crisp scent of linen and some exotic flower mixing together to make my mind drunk. Of catching her throaty moans in my own cheeks, the vibration sliding down my body and gripping me by the aching balls.

“Car, we have to get to my car.” I’m breathless when I break off contact.

She can’t do anything but nod, and I grab her hand, pulling her through the littered front lawn, searching for where I left my sedan. If I don’t get her in it in the next two seconds, I am going to take her on the ground. I can already feel my humanity severing, the beast inside readying to pounce.

Eloise tugs on my arm, and I look back, her face blooming with a sudden thought. “Colton, my coat, my purse …”

As if these things are important right now. “Fuck your things.”

I reach the handle of my driver’s side door, and yank it open, unlocking the rest of the car. I don’t let her speak again, her name on my lips was enough to get me rock solid, and practically push her inside.

“You sure you don’t need to get back inside to your date?” Her tone conveys her hurt.

I stop, halfway into the car, my body positioned over hers. “If I thought you would have gone to the mixer with me, I would have asked you. But every time I get close enough, you run away. Well, guess what? You’re not going to be able to run this time, and I don’t have eyes for anyone but you.”

She squeals when I hurl myself into the car, the space far too compact for both of our bodies. But I don’t care, and I mean it this time; she’s not escaping. We’re done fighting the inevitable.

She wraps her legs around my waist, the red leather skirt she has on riding up on her thighs so that I see the tops of her lacy thigh high stockings. No woman I’ve ever been with has worn something so … erotic, and I find myself fingering the elastic at the top. My thumbs slip under the garter, grasping at her skin while also feeling the bite of the material on her flesh as I roll it down.

“Colton, please.” Eloise writhes beneath me.

“You need me to touch you?” I want to hear her say it.

“Yes, touch me.” Her blue eyes burn like the hottest part of a flame.

I don’t waste time, moving the hand in her thigh-highs to the pulsing heat between her legs. Dipping my fingers into her thong and spreading her wet lips apart. Fuck, her pussy is dripping.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” I pump her once, twice, and revel in the loud moan she rewards me with.

As I fuck her with my fingers, I feel her hands frantic on my belt, unlatching it while she grinds down on my hand. Pulling out of her, I rub her clit with two fingers, an action that makes her hands drop away and her head roll back into the seat of my car.

“Bloody hell …” It’s a curse; a prayer.

With my other hand, I undo my belt, pulling my cock free.

The noise of my zipper must make her look up, because when I look back down on her, she’s staring intently as I give myself a tug.

“You are not human.” Her eyes are wide as she takes me in, one hand servicing her and the other jacking me off.

Releasing myself, and smirking at Eloise, I reach into the center console and grab a condom. There is no asking, because we both know this is what we’re here for.

“Ride my cock.” I roll the condom on and simultaneously sit up, spreading my legs wide so she can straddle me.

That tongue darts out as she sits up, her long cornflower hair mussed up and her neck flushed. I grab the back of her neck, pulling her mouth toward mine as she crawls across my lap. My balls ache, the head of my dick pulsing for what I know will soon be the sweet grip of her.

Everything stops in the moment she positions herself above me. You can hear the world turn, the clocks tick, the bated breath moving past our teeth.

And then she’s sliding, an oh so delicious descent as my fingers dig into her neck and hip.

“Ah, it’s so big.” Eloise’s head drops to my shoulder, my body going rigid as I try not to move.

I can’t help but thrust my hips the tiniest bit, because the vise wrapping around me is too fucking slick, too tight. The car fills with my growl and her choked sob. Finally, she’s seated to the hilt, blowing out a strangled breath as she pulls up, and then slowly pushes back down onto me.

“Goddammit,” I snarl.

We’re both fully clothed, my boxers and pants pushed down to my knees, her thong hooked somewhere around her ankle or stiletto. Pulling at her black blouse, I unearth a piece of collar bone and bite down, needing to sink my teeth into her.

The move seems to make Eloise kick into gear, because all at once we go from zero to sixty. She’s bouncing up and down on me, my hips thrusting in time to match her. I grind her hips whenever she bottoms out, the head of my cock lodging so far inside of her that I’m scared of the screams emanating from her throat. But she isn’t stopping, and I’m fucking blind with the climax threatening to erupt from my balls.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God …” She’s chanting, praying, one hand buried in my hair and the other slapped against the rearview window to give herself more leverage.

My teeth scrape the delicious flesh of her neck, and we’re fucking like mad people, like crazed animals trying to bury ourselves so deeply in the other that the entire car is moving with the force of a hurricane.

I feel the exact moment she comes, a guttural moan escaping her as she stills on my cock, her hips thrusting softly back and forth.

Words aren’t even possible as I hold her to me, the small flick of her waist pushing me over as I empty myself into the condom. We’re communicating in grunts, touches, grabs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever shagged in a car before.” Eloise laughs into my neck.

I choke out a haggard chuckle. “Not a limo? Or a horse-drawn carriage like some kind of princess?”

“Five-star clubs and the top of Notre Dame are more my thing.” She sits up, my dick still inside her and hardening quickly.

I don’t even know how to respond to that, because those things are so far from my world that I can’t begin to understand her lifestyle.

“Well, it’s not a fancy hotel, but I’d like to take you back to my place to continue. If you want.”

The orgasm still buzzes in her eyes, her skin. “That depends, are there thousand thread-count sheets? Because I’m not sure I can come over if the bed isn’t up to my standards.”

“Baby, once I get you out of these clothes, you won’t be worrying if we’re in a bed, on the floor, or up on the goddamn roof.”

This seems to make her mind up, and after a little clean up, I’m driving us over to my place. While her hand does evil, evil things over my pants.