I never expected her to be such a good dancer. She seems too shy to dance like that.
I can’t even blame the guy for trying to hit on her. She’s fucking gorgeous. But he should have listened when she said no.
“You didn’t scare me. I was talking abouthim. He practically fell over trying to get away from you. Why were you so angry?” she whispers, shifting her position slightly to turn toward me. The tension in the car seems to triple as her eyes drift down to my lips. All week, I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about when I kissed her.
“I don’t want another man touching you,” I growl quietly as my heart begins to beat faster.
“You were jealous?” she tilts her head to the side.
“You are mywife, Blair.”
I think it surpassed jealousy and became possessive rage when I saw his hands on her.
“So… youwerejealous?” A cheeky smile touches her lips.
I can’t help myself. The same thing that took control of me last time grabs hold of me again, and I grab her jaw in my hand and kiss her.
The moment our lips touch, relief drowns me. She is a drug I have been going crazy craving. She is a need I was struggling to suppress. I press my fingers harder into her jaw, and she lets out a soft moan. The moan excites me intensely, and I realize how close I am to doing something she might not even want.
She wants it. You can’t possibly think she’s not interested in those beautiful little sounds she’s making.
But maybe I’m wrong.
Pulling back, I take a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kiss you without asking…or… I didn’t mean to be so forward,” I mumble, trying desperately to get control of myself.
To my surprise, though, Blair doesn’t accept my apology. She doesn’t say anything at all.
Instead, she climbs across the car and onto my lap, straddling me, and grabs my face in her hands, kissing me.
Every cell in my body sparks into flame as though someone has thrown gasoline over me and lit a match. The burning heat of desire floods me.
I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her closer, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I rock my hips upward to show her how much she turns me on. She moans against my lips, and my cock throbs, aching to be inside her.
Her dress has crept up over her hips, and as I brush my hands up her sides, it shifts higher. All she’s wearing are delicate lace panties, and I can barely contain myself at how gorgeous she looks sitting on my lap.
I dig my fingers into her hips as I grind her back and forth over my cock. She gasps with pleasure and kisses me harder, threading her fingers through my hair. She knots them and tugs gently, and I chuckle because Blair, after a few shots of tequila, is wilder than I expected.
Her inhibitions have faded. She’s relaxed and enjoying herself.
She leans back and grins at me, biting her bottom lip as her eyes graze seductively over my face.
I cup my hand around the back of her neck and tilt her head backward, then lean forward and trace kisses over her throat.
She presses herself harder against me, and it has the fires inside me raging with deeper need.
Sliding my hand down her back, I cup her ass and let my fingers play between her legs. She moans softly. I slip my finger beneath the lace of her panties and pull them aside, and suddenly she stiffens against me.
I hesitate, immediately sensing the shift in her body language.
“Blair?” I whisper her name. “What’s wrong?” My voice is husky and low.
“I…it’s…I just…” she stammers.
I pull her away from me so I can look into her face.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I say sternly.
Her cheeks turn so red I can see them glowing even in the dark of the parked car.
