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Grace kept the kiss soft, exploring his mouth the way she’d been dreaming of doing since that first date when he’d cheese-plated her. Hell, she’d been wanting to do this since that first day in the cab.
It wasn’t until she placed her hand against his cheek, feeling his scratchy stubble against her palm, that he moved, plunging one hand into her hair and using his tongue to press open her lips, exploring her mouth in delicious sweeps that made her gasp.
They kissed until the windows fogged, their hands increasingly more frantic and more bold as they explored each other. Then Jake’s left hand reached across the car, hooking behind her right leg and pulling her toward him. Both of them shifted and readjusted until she was straddling his lap in the driver’s seat.
“I remember this being a lot easier in high school,” he said, smiling against her mouth as her butt accidentally honked the car horn.
To punish him for even thinking about girls he’d done this with in high school, Grace maneuvered until she was lower still, grinding against the hot length of him. Jake groaned and cupped her ass, pressing into her as his mouth found her neck.
His hand slipped beneath the back of her shirt, the flat of his hand running along her lower back before it slid upward, his fingers brushing her bra strap before flicking it open at the same time his teeth grazed the sensitive column of her neck.
She clawed at the buttons of his shirt as his fingers slid around to her front, up under the loosened bra cups, palming her breasts as her nails lightly grazed his nipples.
“This is crazy,” he said, pulling her shirt over her head in jerky awkward movements before closing his mouth around her nipple and sucking hard.
Grace was too lost to care what was crazy. She only cared about what was right, and what was right was clutching Jake’s head to her while she ground against him like a horny sixteen-year-old.
Of course she’d never been that sixteen-year-old because she’d gone to a prep school where the boys borrowed their daddy’s drivers, not their daddy’s cars, and nobody would have even thought about initiating such a thing with Daniel Brighton’s princess daughter.
But Jake Malone thought about it. From the way he was feeling her up, he’d thought about it a lot.
Their touches became increasingly frantic, each fumbling for the button of each other’s pants before realizing the difficult logistics of sex in the front seat of a car.
When she hissed in frustration, Jake swore and roughly lifted her off him. “I can’t believe I’m even suggesting this, but …?” He jerked his head toward the backseat, and Grace giggled.
“How old are we?” she asked in a mock-horrified whisper, even as she climbed awkwardly into the backseat, barely managing to wiggle her hips between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. Jake didn’t even try to follow, instead exiting the driver’s-side door and climbing in the back door.
Their clothes were off in record time, and he maneuvered their naked bodies until he was above her, his elbows next to her head as he smoothed her hair back from her face.
She arched against him, but instead of answering her unspoken plea, he hesitated. “Grace, this isn’t … I didn’t …”
Her fingers traced over his mouth, stopping his words. “I want this.”
“You deserve better than the backseat of a car, Grace.”
“So did Hannah Tanner, but that didn’t stop you
then.”
He let out a little laugh and dropped his forehead to her shoulder. “Only you would talk about a girl from twenty years ago at a time like this.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist, tilting up to him. “A time like what?”
“Grace,” he uttered as she wiggled against him.
In response she reached a hand down to where he was hard and ready for her, stroking him twice before leading him to her opening.
“Grace, can we just talk about—”
She thrust her hips up again, only this time the wanton movement took him inside her, just barely, but enough so that they both groaned.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Shit.”
He pulled out long enough to dig a condom out of his jean pockets, ripping the wrapper and rolling it on in one smooth motion. He maneuvered them again, moving between her legs, his hands on her knees as he pushed her legs as wide as they would go given the constraints of the backseat.
She watched him over the rise and fall of her breasts, watched the way his hand slowly slid over her inner thigh until he was cupping her, his thumb moving relentlessly as his two fingers slid easily inside her.
“I love the way you feel,” he said, his eyes never leaving the hand that was working her over. His fingers circled and teased, bringing her to the edge repeatedly without ever letting her go over. When he finally moved above her, their eyes locking for a split second before he thrust all the way inside her in one smooth stroke, Grace wound her legs around his back as his hands cupped her ass.
