It was coarse and exciting. She hiked the skirt, then did as he bid, settling down on him, his erection thick and hard and enticing with only the scrap of lace and his jeans between them. She swallowed. His hands went to her waist, held her tight against the involuntary thrust of his body. They were both victims of the game—the fun—and she loved it.
“Now what?” The steering wheel behind her held her snug against him. She put her hands on his shoulders, took a deep breath to steady herself, and thanked God the Ram had a tall roof.
He sucked in a breath, let it out. Once more, his big hands slid beneath her skirt, up her outer thighs, tensing across her hips, coming to rest cupping her bottom. “You probably think I want these miniscule panties off.”
“They’re not panties, it’s a thong.”
His pupils dilated. She wiggled. He closed his eyes and clamped his lips.
She went wet between her thighs. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”
“Not yet.”
“Oh God.” She closed her eyes, half desire, half disgust.
“Be patient.”
She wasn’t patient; she was hot. She loved to tease, but he was hard. And it was time. She kept the words to herself. Her eyes popped open. Teasing. Was that a good thing? She gripped his chin, tugged so he met her gaze. “Is this making love? Or having sex?”
Everything stilled, time, his hands on her, her heart. “You tell me.” His eyes roamed her face.
Her chest tightened. “Does knowing that I want you really, really bad make you feel powerful, Witt?”
She expected him to say it wasn’t about power, the way Cameron always did. Instead, Witt said, “Yeah. And I like it. A lot.”
Power base equal. Something gave way inside her. “That’s exactly how I feel.” She swallowed. “So yes, we’re making love.”
His fingers dug into her hips. “Guess we are. Changed my mind, I want these damn things off now.”
He tugged on the elastic. Max lifted as he slid the lace down one leg, then the other. She giggled at the awkwardness when she hit her head on the roof.
He put his hand between her legs. “Jesus, you’re wet.”
“I know, and I think that means I’m ready.”
“I’m not.”
He slid a finger over her clitoris, swirled and circled. God, he was right, she was too wet, too ready. A shiver, a shudder, she tried not to come. Her hands on his shoulders clenched into fists. Her body moved against his hand. A little animal sound fell from her lips.
“Do you like it?” he whispered.
“Hello, McFly,” she managed, “Anybody in there?”
“Guess that means yeah. What about this?” He moved inside, first one finger, then two.
“Yeah, I like that, too.” She might detonate before he even got inside her.
“Come.”
Oh God, yes.
His fingers inside her, he used his thumb on her clitoris. “Look at me.” She hadn’t realized her eyes were closed. “Come for me, Max, just for me. That’s what I want.”
Her consciousness spiraled down to the center of her body, where he touched her, where his fingers moved ceaselessly, where she was hot and needy. The pressure built, but part of her held off, to prolong the pleasure, intensify it.
“Come hard, sweetheart.”
She squeezed her lids shut, wrapped her arms around his neck, moved with his hand, and held and held until moisture popped at the corners of her eyes. Her body thrust against his hand. Out of control, out of her mind, exploding against him, whimpering, flashes of red against the black of her eyelids, arms clutching his neck as if he were the only thing real in the world.
She came down to the feel of his hand caressing her back. “You screamed my name,” he murmured.
“Yeah. What did you expect?”
He said nothing, but she knew he feared it would be Cameron’s name.
She eased back and took his hand in hers. “Taste me,” she whispered.
He slipped his index finger in his mouth, licking away her zest.
“That’s what you do to me. No one else.” She licked his middle finger, tasting what he’d shared with her. “Kiss me.” They shared the taste on their tongues. Lips to his, she murmured, “Now I think you better get inside me because I want to hear you scream my name when you come.” She pulled back. “Unless you have something else you want me to do first.”
“Hell no, not now.” He had no pupil left at all, just dark orbs seeing everything inside her as he reached two hands between them. He lifted, shifted, sucked in a breath, then let out a curse.
“Maybe you should have undone your jeans before we started.”
He laughed, a choked sound. “Open the glove compartment.”
She leaned over, stretched, popped open the compartment to find several foil packets. She took one. “Sure of yourself.”
He laughed. “With you, hardly.”
She helped him don the condom without bothering to remind him it wasn’t necessary. She teased him, rolling the latex slowly down his cock, squeezing as she did so. He grabbed her hips.
“Wait.”
He groaned. “What?”
“I’m not supposed to be on top.”
He looked along the cab. “It’s not going to work any other way in here.”
“But we have to—”