She grabbed his shoulders just in time to keep herself from arching so far back that she fell off the seat.
“It’s a safety precaution to prevent kidnapping attempts,” he said, doing the same to her other nipple, making her dig her fingers hard into his nearly unyielding muscles as she bowed back again. “If they can’t tell who’s inside the car, and how many, they’re less likely to attack. The glass and the privacy screen are bulletproof too.”
He stopped talking and took her now-sensitized nipple into the heat and wet of his mouth, using the slight roughness of his tongue to make her whimper with need. When he released it, the longing low in her belly intensified, and she needed pressure against it. Forgetting all about how she might stain his custom-made suit, she bent her knees and ground against the deliciously solid surface of his thigh.
His head was level with her own, and she let go of his shoulders to thread her fingers into the thick waves of his hair before she brought her mouth to his to feel that clever tongue against hers. While they explored each other’s mouths, his thumbs circled her nipples and she rotated her hips against his thigh in the same wild rhythm.
He dropped his hands to skim up the outside of her thighs, pushing the fabric of her skirt upward until his fingers hit bare skin where her panties should have been. He pulled away from their kiss and shoved her skirt up to her waist. As he looked down between them, his eyes went incandescent. “You got into my car without panties.” Sliding one finger inside the slickness of her, he smiled—a feral, tooth-baring expression of pure arousal. “And you’re ready.”
Pushing a button on the overhead control panel, he lifted her off his lap onto the cushion next to him. The seat facing them slid forward and unfolded to make a wider surface. “We’ll be more comfortable there,” he said.
Her knees were shaky from kneeling over his lap, so she put her palms on the edge of the opposite seat and crawled onto it.
“Stay like that.” His voice came from behind her.
She realized her skirt was still up around her waist, so she was completely exposed to him. For a moment she felt uneasy, but then she heard the quiet hiss of a zipper and the tearing sound of foil. The thought of him entering her from behind made her eyelids close as she sucked in a deep breath.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“I want you,” she said, sinking down onto her elbows to show him how much. It was a breathtakingly vulnerable position, and she waited with nervous anticipation to feel what he would do.
For a long moment, nothing happened and she started to shift. “Please,” he said, “let me just look at you. Once I touch you, I won’t last long.”
And then his hands were stroking along the curve of her buttocks, his fingers slipping inside her, his thumb pressing on the center of all sensation. She bowed her back downward, her cheek against the leather seat, and moaned as the exquisite shock of his touch reverberated through her, driving her to the edge of orgasm.
His fingers slid out of her and he took hold of her hips, lifting and angling them higher. She waited for a breathless moment, anticipating what was coming next, and then he was inside her, the sides of his suit jacket brushing against her thighs as he moved deep and hard.
One thrust was all it took to set off the convulsive explosion of her climax. She arched again as muscles clenched and released, sending delirious pleasure spinning through her. She turned her mouth into the leather to muffle the sounds wrenching themselves from her throat.
He’d gone still, letting her feel him filling her so she could savor her own finish. She could feel the effort it cost him by the bruising grip of his fingers on her hips. As the ripples of afterglow slowly diminished, he moved again, taking a long, slow stroke out and in, then holding himself there again as he let out a low, carnal “Ahh.” Now she could feel his muscles quivering as he fought to delay his own satisfaction.
His control broke and he began to move in a fast, primitive rhythm that made her pant as it built another coil of tension inside her. He seated himself deep within her and shouted her name as he pumped out his release, his hold on her nearly punishing.
She ground back against him, trying to reach the second orgasm he’d pushed her to. He slid his hand around and between her legs, flicking exactly the right spot to send her screaming over the edge.
She collapsed onto the seat, her bones melted by the double explosion. She heard a rustle of clothing and then he rolled her so he was lying beside her on the extended seat, his breath whistling past her ear, his arm wrapped around her waist to press her back against his chest. He crooked his knee behind hers so their thighs nested together.
She was shaken by how vulnerable she’d made herself to him without a qualm. This was dangerous territory because it involved more than just her body. She had given him her trust.
“Hello,” he said, his voice rumbling near her ear.