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“I like your smile.”
His dimple popped in this time. “I was hoping you were going to say you always had a thing for geeks.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” she said, twining her arms around his neck. “Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”
He kissed her slow and easy, his lips brushing softly over hers as his fingers played against the sensitive delta of skin at the base of her spine. When she’d gone to his room last night, everything about him had been hard and almost angry, but tonight he was someone else, a blend of all the different Seans she’d met so far, and it occurred to her as he nibbled her bottom lip and smiled, nudging her nose with his own, that the same transformation had happened in her.
Last night, she’d been Parisian Katie, fearless and bold, but tonight she was just herself. Plain old Katie Clark making out in the back of a car with Sean Owens, carrying all the scars of the decade between them on her heart.
She didn’t know if it was good or bad, what they were doing. If this was her best self or her worst, a pleasure she was entitled to grab or the sort of mistake she’d recognize tomorrow morning as reckless and completely asinine.
She didn’t know, but it didn’t matter.
Katie kissed him harder, pressing her stomach against his and wrapping her arms tight around his broad back.
“Mmm,” he said after a moment. “I think you need some geek lovin’.”
That made her laugh. “I think you may be right.”
He held her at arm’s length, looked her over with a sly smile, then glanced around the SUV as if it might have changed since he’d last inspected the space.
“Right,” he said. He lowered himself to the carpet, crossed his legs, and patted his knee. “Sit on my lap.”
She approached, putting her hands on his upper arms, but he stopped her with a shake of his head. “Other way around, sweetheart.”
When she hesitated, trying to see whatever it was he’d already figured out, he simply picked her up by the waist and rotated her, pulling her backward onto his lap. She laughed, starting to say something about how he mov
ed her around like a rag doll, but then the whole length of her spine came into contact with his torso. He moved her hair aside and brought his mouth to her neck as his hands smoothed over her stomach, and she didn’t say anything after all, because, well, unh.
“This works,” Sean said after he’d made himself thoroughly acquainted with the shapes of her hips and thighs, shoulders and arms, breasts and belly.
She arched her back, inviting his hands to linger where she wanted them. “No, it doesn’t,” she said. “You’re driving me crazy. You’ve been driving me crazy for a couple of days. Now you’re all pleased with yourself and happy to go slow, and I’m dying.”
“You’re not a very patient woman, are you?” he asked, hooking his hands behind her knees and spreading her legs so they were outside his own. His fingers returned to her nipple as one palm journeyed up her inner thigh. Then he began to touch her through the soaked cotton of her novelty panties, and she had to put her head on his shoulder and close her eyes.
“No. Yes. I mean, no. That ‘yes’ was not in answer to your question. It was in answer to your—”
“Shut up,” he said, easing his whole hand inside her panties. He stroked her with two fingers, groaning to find her already slippery. “God, you’re so wet.” His hips pushed up against her ass where she felt him growing hard again. “And hot, Jesus. You do terrible things to me, woman.”
“Sean,” she whispered, overwhelmed with an urgent need. “Please.”
He didn’t give her what she wanted. He played with her, his fingers sliding along the outer lips of her sex, dipping shallowly inside her and teasing her clit with glancing touches while his other hand toyed with the tight peak of her nipple until she thought she might lose her mind.
“I want to k-kiss you,” he said.
She craned her head around, and he found her mouth. As his tongue pushed inside her, so did his fingers, his thumb finally making solid contact with her clit. Katie moaned.
“God, you’re sexy. I love having you here like this, spread open on my lap. I wish I c-could taste you, though.”
She sucked in a breath as his fingers slid in and out, finding a counterpoint with the strumming of his thumb on her clit that strung her tight and connected every part of them, the brush of his chest hair against her back to the denim under her thighs, his hand on her nipple to his fingers between her legs to his mouth kissing her neck and murmuring in her ear. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. She didn’t know what to do at all.
“C-come for me,” Sean said. “I want that so bad.”
She would have told him she wasn’t going to come yet, not until she had him inside her, but he changed what he was up to with his fingers, and the orgasm snuck up on her.
“Oh, no,” she said, much too late. She was already way past controlling it, everything clamping down and tightening around his hand as he held her in place and pulled her against him and the rush of it, the sheer overwhelming rush of pleasurable sensation, pushed her over into a place where she couldn’t think, couldn’t care. She could only feel. As she surrendered, a car passed by the window, the snowfall and darkness making it seem a hundred yards away. But it wasn’t far, not at all, and she saw what she must look like, flushed and wanton and totally abandoned to her pleasure.
Sean groaned his approval and bit her neck. The firm, direct strokes of his thumb drew her climax out until it became unbearable and she squirmed away from his hand, collapsing bonelessly onto his lap.
