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God, I fucking loved this position. It gave her control and gave me easy access to her tits. I inched a hand under the hem of her shirt and moved it up until my palm was on the warm skin of her stomach. It was clear what I intended to do, but she didn’t slow the rhythm of her hips. Maybe she was too greedy or focused on how good it felt.
My gaze slid up to her face, only to discover her eyes were shut.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
Her eyes fluttered open and were hazy.
I skated my fingertips in a line up her stomach, carrying her shirt up on my forearm. “If I go too fast,” my tone was heavy and seductive, “or I do something you don’t like, you tell me.”
She nodded quickly, far more focused on what we were doing than my words. My fingers ceased moving when they reached the center of her chest and the edge of fabric covering her tits. I lingered there, waiting for her to acknowledge how serious I was.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Same for you.”
“What?”
“You have to tell me if I move too fast or do something you don’t like.”
I held in a laugh, but just barely. “Not possible. I like everything.”
My fingers resumed moving, sliding across the bare skin just at the edge of her bra, teasing her until neither of us seemed to be able to stand it any longer. Finally, I trailed my touch down over the satin fabric and closed my hand around her breast, gently gripping her. She arched her back in response and made a sexy sound of contentment.
It was so hot, I wanted to see all of it. “Take off your shirt.”
She froze with my hand still cupped around her breast. “Someone might see.”
Not a chance. The rain was thick and gray, plus we were secluded in the trees. Even she hadn’t sounded that concerned, so I shot her a smile that announced this was a challenge. “What if they do? Would you like that?” I fumbled my hand from one breast to the other, moving beneath the fabric of her shirt. “What if you were really bad and got naked?”
Excitement flashed through her eyes like a surge of electricity, but I only caught a glimpse of it because she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tugged it up. The shirt was pulled all the way off and dropped in a heap on the seat beside us, and my gaze traced over the black bra she wore. It was simple, yet sexy as hell, and—Jesus. I wasn’t prepared for how good she looked, especially with my hand on her.
And it made my irritation at Colin flare up.
How dare he have a sister this fucking hot? It wasn’t my fault I wanted her so badly, and it was criminal she was supposed to be off limits.
My hand on her might have been tame, but it felt anything but tame. The way she ground herself on me was hypnotic. I was drunk and greedy for more, so my fingers curled around the cup of her bra and jerked it aside.
It exposed her pointed nipple to me. The soft pink gave way to pale skin surrounding it that probably hadn’t ever seen the sun.
Virgin skin.
Was it wrong to think every inch of her was like that? Untouched. Waiting to be explored.
Shit, I couldn’t fucking wait.
She gasped when I dipped my head, latched my mouth around her nipple, and sucked. It made her squirm in my lap, and that only increased the ache in my body. The heat she caused was insane.
Sydney’s breathing was ragged, but as I swiped my tongue over her sensitive skin, she let out a desperate moan. It didn’t contain a word, but I heard her plea anyway.
More, she begged.
My hands moved on instinct. I slipped my fingers behind her, searching for the clasp, and as soon as I found it, I got to work. It wasn’t that challenging to undo her bra, and once it was released, I tossed it on top of the shirt resting on the seat beside us.
The sight of her topless made my dick fucking throb. It strained against my pants, pushing harder against the center of her legs. The sensation was both pleasurable and torturous.
Her tits were so goddamn great.
They were perfect handfuls, which I took advantage of, filling my palms with their weight. When her mouth landed on mine, I zeroed in on one of her nipples and gave it a pinch. Not hard—just enough to make it feel good.
God, the way this girl rode me—it was straight fire. Her fingers tangled in my hair while my tongue clashed with hers, and my heart pounded so fast, sweat beaded at my temples. Outside, the cool rain beat down on my car, but inside?
