Page 17 of Unraveled

“You’ll see.”

Cara did as he wanted, setting the driving glove aside. Once the item was out of his way, Gian’s hand was back up under her skirt, his fingers slipping under her panties, while his other hand stayed firmly on the wheel. His gaze stayed on the road, too.

First it was a simple stroke of his fingers—testing and feeling along her folds. Then, it was two of his fingers sliding fast into her pussy, the sound of her wetness sucking his fingers in deeper as her inner walls clenched around the intrusion.

How was she that wet already?

“Damn,” Gian said, the edges of his lips curling with satisfaction, “you’re soft like silk, Tesoro. And soaked, too. Tight as fuck.” His fingers slipped out of Cara’s sex with a slowness that damn near killed her, before the very tips found her clit and started working the nub with quick, rough circles. Cara let out a hard breath at the change in sensation, her legs tightening to his hand. Never once did Gian look away from the road. “Has it been a while?”

She did not want to answer that question.

Her mouth worked before her brain did.

“Too long.”

“Has anyone ever made you come in a car, going twenty over the limit, in the dark, on the highway, Cara?”

Were they on the highway, now?

Cara’s eyes flew to the windshield, finding, yes, they were, and she had somehow missed them turning off onto it. She checked the dash, too, noting the speed—twenty over the limit.

His fingertips pressed harder against her clit, making it throb, and Cara stuttered on her next breath. “Holy fuck.”

“I quite like hearing my name on your mouth, so try again.” As he spoke, he stopped working her clit, and filled her with two fingers instead, widening the digits as he thrust them in. Those wet sounds echoed as he fucked her with slow, measured strokes, each time widening his fingers, dragging them against her walls. “Try again, Cara.”

“You’re trying to kill me, Gian.”

“No, I’m just taking away what you think is your control.”

He flashed her with a wicked smile.

His fingers curled against her G-spot on the next thrust.

She came harder than ever.

Cara’s head tilted back as an orgasm raced through her bloodstream and the elevator dinged, the doors opening. Gian’s hand slipped out from the back of her skirt like he hadn’t been doing a thing to her the entire ride up to what he said was his penthouse.

Her legs were weak.

Her pussy was wet, sensitive, and needy.

Her body was hot as fuck.

She took a couple deep breaths as Gian stepped forward, leaving the elevator with a wink over his shoulder. “You’re so wet that you left a spot on the arm of my jacket.” He lifted his hand, waving the two fingers he’d had stuffed up her pussy as they rode the elevator up to his penthouse. “Not that I mind. It was kind of my fault.”

Jesus.

That was damn dirty.

And he’d said it without even a grin.

“Are you coming in?” he asked.

Cara nodded, stepped out of the elevator, and kicked her heels off as she looked up. Vaulted ceilings and a beautiful brass and crystal chandelier stared back at her. It was a stunning sight, as most penthouses didn’t have cathedral-style ceilings, never mind a bachelor’s place. The place was very white—the floor, the walls, and the decoration. All white, yet it made it bright, open, and inviting.

“Wow,” she said to herself.

Gian chuckled, hitting a button on the wall that forced the elevator to close. “Admire in the morning. It’s my turn tonight.”