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“Stop talking,” I mumbled, moving my hands across his chest, trying to transfer my warmth to him.
“M-m-maybe y-y-you s-s-should k-k-kiss me and w-w-warm my l-l-lips,” he tried to smile.
“Nice try, Trace. Now seriously, shush.”
I took my tank top off and his eyes widened. “Don’t even think about it,” I warned as I balled the shirt up and used it as a makeshift towel to dry his body.
I dried his chest and arms first, then scooted down his body to dry his legs. I gasped in surprise when I felt the prominent bulge. “Trace,” I gasped his name in shock.
A crooked smile graced his lips for a moment. “I c-c-can’t help it. It has a m-m-mind of it’s own.”
I rolled my eyes but I was pleased that his teeth weren’t chattering as much. The car was quickly building in heat, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the heaters blowing full blast or us.
After I dried his legs, I somehow ended up straddling his chest. He grabbed my legs, just below my butt, his fingers grazing against the edge of my shorts. “I think I’m warm now,” lust filled green eyes gazed into my own.
A shaky breath rolled through my body as he sat up and I slid down until my center was pressed right up against him.
“You know,” he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear that had escaped the confines of the braid I’d put it in earlier, “I’ve never had sex in a car before.”
“Really?” My voice shook. Funny, how only minutes ago he’d been the one shaking. Now, with a few words he had me shaking like a leaf.
“Really,” his lips brushed lightly against mine, causing a soft moan to escape me.
“Are you sure we should do this?” I questioned, my eyes fluttering closed as he nipped at my neck.
“Do what?”
“Have sex in your car,” I gasped as he pressed kisses to the tops of my breasts.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a better idea,” he pulled down the cups of my bra. “I think this is the perfect way to warm me up.” His mouth closed over one of my nipples and I was lost. My fingers tangled in his damp hair. He unclasped my bra and tossed it to the floor of the car. With deft fingers, he unsnapped the button of my shorts and eased the zipper down. They too joined the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the floor.
He reached down for his jeans, grabbing his wallet, and pulling out a condom.
“Always prepared,” I joked.
“You never know,” he grinned wickedly, then reach for my panties, ripping them from my body.
“Trace!”
“They were in my way,” he smirked, sliding his boxers down.
I took the condom packet from him and tore it open. I slowly rolled it on him, smiling in satisfaction when he twitched against my hand.
“I need to be inside you,” he pushed my hands out of the way and finished putting it on himself.
I squealed when he grabbed me by the waist and slowly lowered me down his length.
“Oh God,” we both moaned simultaneously.
His mouth descended on mine, and his tongue pressed against my lips, seeking entrance.
He rocked me slowly against him, setting the rhythm.
Everything except us ceased to exist in that moment.
I was consumed by the feelings he was creating in me.
His hand skated up my back, making me shiver. He pulled the ponytail holder from my hair and let it fall forward to conceal us. He cupped my face in his hands, kissing me deeply and making my stomach flutter in the process. Before Trace, I never thought anyone would ever make me feel the way he does…make me want to expose myself in such an intimate way. I might not have been a virgin when I met him, but my first time didn’t really count. A drunken encounter at a party wasn’t comparable to the bond I shared with Trace. What we had…was special. I knew enough to see that.
