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‘Because it’s fun,’ she whispers.
‘Fun?’
She nods, her nose brushing against mine, and I lift my hand from hers, fork it through her pinned hair as my body urges me to hold her closer. ‘Is it just some game to you?’
She arches her head back into my palm, lifts her lips so I can feel the air move against my own as she speaks. ‘Does it matter when it feels as good as this?’
‘Olivia...’ It’s a low growl, and I’m kissing her, the move as aggressive as my anger, as fierce as my folly, because I can’t stop now. Now that I’m tasting her, my tongue delving deep into her mouth.
She’s all sweet, warm, wet and pliant, so very pliant. And I haven’t done this in so long. It’s familiar and yet not. Like a voyage of rediscovery and I’m losing myself in it. The sensation, the heat, the moans that fill the car, and I know they’re as much mine as they are hers.
She lifts her hands to my hair, fierce, tugging, clawing. Our heads angling this way and that as our tempo ups. Our movements becoming more desperate, more impatient, eager to deepen the kiss, desperate to get enough.
‘I take it back.’ She scrambles across the car and into my lap, her body wedged between the steering wheel and me. ‘I like your choice of car. We couldn’t do this in a Porsche.’
I’m too turned on to laugh, too turned on to speak as my hands lift to her breasts, cupping, stroking. She feels so good, so needy and responsive as she grinds against me and tugs her dress to her hips. That’s when I remember the underwear, the lack of... I look down, watch as she rides over my cock, long drawn-out strokes that press against her clit and massage and torment me in one.
‘I want you, here, now,’ she pants out between kisses, between sucked-in breaths that hardly seem enough for the emboldened grinding. ‘Please, Valentine.Please.’
Oh, God, yes. I’m nodding into our kiss and she breaks away, reaches over to the passenger seat to her bag. She flicks it open, her lower body still riding against me in the most hypnotic way and my hands hover at her hips, my eyes falling to the slick trail now running over my zip, to her wet and bare pussy so ready for me, and I swear there’s no blood left in my brain to think. It’s all straining at the head of my dick, sending me dizzy.
‘Got it!’ she declares, straightening on my lap and looking down at me with a triumphant smile that’s all giddy, sexed-up and teasing in one. She hooks the foil packet in her teeth, her hands lowering to my trousers.
‘Here?’ I swallow. We can’t. We’re on the street. A public street. Anyone could see if they dared look close enough.
She nods and as if to punctuate her agreement she feeds the loop of my belt through, the jangle of the buckle so loud in the quiet of the car. Jesus, I haven’t been this brazen since...and my brain shuts down, refusing to finish the thought. Eager to trap it with more of this crazed heat between us, I tug the packet from her teeth, yank her back to me, tonguing her deeply as I force out the past, the chill of the memories.
I want this. Right now. And we’re doing it. To hell with the great outdoors beyond the rapidly steaming up glass.
‘Glad you’re on board.’ She pulls my zip down, her hand reaching inside my briefs, tugging at my erection that’s so eager it’s already weeping.
I pull her mouth away, press back into the headrest as I drag in air and mentally count to ten. It’s been too long, way too long. And now my biggest worry is I won’t last a second.
‘Olivia, I...’
How do I even say it? Where do I start?
‘Olivia, you?’ she says between kisses and I gulp in air. Shake my head as I try to explain. ‘It’s been a while.’
She smiles. ‘You and me both.’
‘I’m talking more than four weeks.’
‘So am...’ She breaks off as her eyes widen, her hand pausing around my cock as she raises her head further. ‘I didn’t, we didn’t. Electra and me. I left when you did.’
I frown up into her open and honest expression. The fact that she wants to reassure me, that she thinks it some way important is...strange. ‘It’s none of my business what you did together.’
‘It feels like it is.’
‘Why?’
She pauses as she thinks and then she gives a soft laugh that I can’t quite comprehend. ‘I’ve no idea. Now, where were we...? Oh, that’s right, putting an end to our dry spell...’
And then she’s stroking me again, her mouth melding with mine, supping kisses as she drags my lower lip down, flicks her tongue over it. ‘I find it hard to believe someone like you has gone without forthatlong.’
‘We back to stereotyping me again?’
She chuckles low. ‘I confess to being a little Elizabeth Bennet.’
