The weight of her stare on my naked torso shoots heat through my veins. She runs her hand along my arm to my shoulder while her other hand glides down to the button of my shorts. She stops there and slips her fingers inside the waistband of my boxer briefs, brushing against the tip of my dick. My head falls back on a groan. I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside her soon. I reach down to undo my pants.
Her hand covers mine and she pushes up on her tiptoes, placing her lips against my neck. “No, I got it.”
Soft, wet lips part at my neck as she licks and nips while unbuttoning my shorts. They fall to the ground and I kick them off. I press her back against the Impala, placing her sexy, lace-clad ass on the hood. She lifts an eyebrow in question, but her crooked smile tells me she knows exactly what’s about to happen.
She leans back, resting her weight against her elbows. I pin her with my eyes, plant my knee between her legs, and climb up.
*
Raven
His body covers mine, pushing me back. My stomach jumps at the thought of our naked bodies tangled together surrounded by the smell of oil and rubber. This scenario has run through my head a few times since I started working with Jonah. I rest my heels on the bumper as Jonah covers my face, neck, and shoulders with hot, wet kisses.
A fantasy come to life.
Just like his spontaneous proposal. Not at some romantic beach locale or in some crowded restaurant. But here, in my sanctuary. No cheesy sonnets read down on one knee or even a ring. I don’t need that. Any of it. All I need is him.
Sucking and nibbling, he makes his way down to my breast. He continues lapping at my skin before pulling my flesh into his mouth over my bra. The combination of his warm tongue and the friction from the lace make my back arch, pushing me further into his touch.
No one has ever claimed me like he has—stood his ground, willing to fight, just so he could have me. Our future depends on that fight. I may lose my future. I won’t take his down with me.
His attention shifts from my breasts, and he kisses down my body. My knees fall apart. He settles himself between my legs, teasing my inner thigh with his tongue. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow night, but for now, tonight, I am his and he is mine.
Completely.
With one finger, he traces the seam of my panties from my hip down. He slides the delicate fabric to the side and, without hesitation, dives in. A groan rumbles in the back of my throat. He slides both hands beneath my butt, pushing me deeper into his mouth. I rock my hips against him, unable to stay still.
My body ignites at his attention. With the slightest touch he brings comfort and, with a little more, intense ecstasy. But this time there’s an extra layer of emotion. Belonging.
A powerful urge to bond rockets through my veins. Power, need, passion all mix into a potent cocktail and I’m overcome with desire to take him. I use my foot to push his shoulder back. He looks up at me, eyebrows pinched, hands up in surrender. Something that looks like concern etched in his face.
I want to give him a reassuring smile. Let him know that everything’s okay, but animalistic yearning wins out.
With a quick flip of my thumb, I unhook my bra, sliding the straps down my arms and tossing it across the room. I lie back and lift my hips to rid myself of my panties. His eyes go dark, forehead dropped so he’s looking at me from beneath his thick eyelashes.
If I don’t move fast, he’s going to pounce.
Hopping from the hood, I reach for the waistband of his boxers. He watches as I slide the cotton down his sculpted thighs to his ankles, where he kicks them to the side. In a crouch on the floor, I take advantage of my position and take him deep into my mouth.
“Aww, damn.” He groans and rakes both hands into my hair.
I look up from my position on the ground and watch the ripples of his muscles contract with every thrust of my mouth. Here on my knees, in a position of submission, I’ve never felt more powerful. His body responds to every flick of my tongue, every pull of my mouth. My heart swells with the love I see in his face as he looks down at me.
“Baby, enough.” He hauls me to my feet.
My hands on his chest, I press him back to sit on the hood of the car. He’s stronger than I am and capable of protesting, but he allows my control. And if I’m not mistaken, I think it’s turning him on.
With his back against the hood, I climb above his body, and straddle his hips. He cups my breasts. I give him a moment to play before I take his wrists in my hands and push them above his head. He smiles at me as if my attempt at domination is cute. I give him the wettest, sexiest kiss I can muster, wiping that smile right off his gorgeous face.
“Fuck, baby.” He runs a hand through my hair to rest at my throat. “You’re amazing. My sexy, shy girl one minute, sex crazed vixen the—”
I take him in my hand, lift up on my knees, and bury him. He groans so deeply it vibrates our connection.
“Mine.” My possessive claim tapers off into a moan.
And with that, my dominance is over. His hands tangle into my hair and his back leaves the car. His kiss is deep, proving the word I’ve just said.