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“And if your plan doesn’t work? If we get caught again?” I argued playfully.
“Then we’re no worse off than we are now.”
I thought about it for all of five seconds before answering. “Okay, fine.”
We rushed out into the car just as it started to sprinkle. We both shut our respective car doors, breathless and laughing.
“I can’t believe —” I began, but he cut me off, his powerful hand wrapping around the back of my neck and tugging me forward across the consol with a jerk until our lips pressed together. There was no sweetness, no gentle pressure or seeking tongues. This was passion; raw and electric. Teeth bit, tongues parried, and hands grasped at curves and hard ridges of each other’s bodies barred by lightly rain-soaked clothing.
His forehead pressed against mine as our lips parted, our breaths mingling in harsh pants.
“I want you.” He nearly growled against my lips.
“I want you,” I said, agreeing with him. I leaned in to press my lips to his again, hungry for the fire we had built together, but his hand fisted in my hair, halting me.
“Tell me.” It was a demand. There was no power play here, not in the dynamic sense. I was smart enough to know that. This was simply play between two lovers. And I was fucking here to play that game.
“Tell you what?” I asked, arching an eyebrow high in challenge.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I already told you. I want you.”
His hand gripped my hair, the other coming to hold my chin firmly, his thumb running over my lip with a roughness that sparked the sadomasochist within me. I was not afraid of a little pain. Far from it.
“I want to dominate you, always. But right now?”
“Yes, darling. Right fucking now. What. Do. You. Want?” There was a fire in his eyes, and as my hand slid over his thigh towards the place I wanted to touch most, I found him hard and nearly seeping pre-cum through his jeans.
“I want to know this side of you. The darker side of you. I know Thatcher the submissive. Show me Thatcher the lover. Show me this fire.” I all but begged him, my hand moving over the bulge in his jeans as he groaned and shifted his hips beneath my touch.
“You might get burned.” He bit my lower lip, to the point that I hissed in response to the pain that exploded through the tender flesh.
“I’m not afraid.”
“Maybe you should be.” I couldn’t say another word as he pulled me in again, his lips crashing against mine. I matched him, move for move, like warriors on a battlefield. Teeth tugging, tongues flicking and tasting. His hand held me to him while the other found my thigh, yanking my legs apart as he dove beneath my dress to find me drenched and ready beneath the thin fabric of my panties.
I wrenched my head away, hissing as his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling at the tresses.
“If you don’t get us back to your house, we are absolutely going to get caught having sex in this car. Now go!” His pupils dilated at my firm command, but he leaned forward again, finding my seatbelt and strapping me in forcefully.
“Hold on tight, love. I’m about to break a few traffic laws.”
Moments — and a few red lights ran — later, we were pulling into Thatcher’s garage. As soon as the ignition had turned off, my hands were on him again.
“You have two seconds to get out of this car and into my house before I simply rip your clothes off here and have my way with you.” His voice, hoarse and raw with need, made my thighs clench in anticipation.
I unbuckled my seatbelt as fast as possible, exiting the car and running to the door to the house.
“Shit!” I swore. I nearly wiped out, my heels slipping a bit on the smooth concrete flooring. He was right behind me, slamming the door shut behind us. Before I could take another step, his hand wrapped around my elbow, yanking me back to him. This time my heels did slip, but it didn’t matter. Thatcher had me. Grabbing me around the waist, he pushed me into the door, pressing me against the cool wood while his body pressed against me, hot and firm.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is not to rip this dress from your body?” He whispered hotly against my lips.
“Tell me.”
“No. Let me show you.” He kissed me within an inch of my life, our breaths mingling until I forgot whose air belonged to whom. His kisses ran down my body, his hands grabbing me hard enough to leave bruises against my breasts, my ribs, my waist, my hips, and then finally sliding down to my thighs as he knelt before me. He hitched my leg up over his shoulder, lifting the skirt of my dress as he leaned in, smelling my arousal as his lips pressed against my panty-covered folds.
His teeth grazed carefully, his finger hooking around the gusset and pulling it away from my body. He leaned back, his eyes locked on mine as he yanked them hard until the thin fabric ripped, the sound loud in the quiet home. The panties pulled from my body as I gasped. A gasp that quickly turned into a groan as his tongue found the seam of my pussy, diving inside to lick and flick at my folds.
