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It was like they picked up exactly where they’d left off. The flare of lust inside her was instantaneous and she pulled him against her. He moved her back against the car and spread her legs apart with his knee, pressing his thigh up against her, pulsing it in a rhythmical rub.
It happened so fast, but to Abbe, who was flooded with feeling, it wasn’t happening nearly fast enough. She wanted all of him, immediately.
One of his hands went into her hair and she let her head fall back into it as she opened her mouth wider for him. His other hand went to her breast, cupping it with his palm so his fingertips could rub the sensitive sides and his thumb could flick over her nipple, and occasionally pinch it slightly in the V at the base. She arched under him, grinding herself against him as she pulled his hips closer. He tugged her shirt out of her jeans and put his hand under it, pushing her clothes and her bra up. She felt the cold air on her breasts, chased away by his warm breath as he sighed the wordbeautiful.Spreading her back against the car he dropped his head down and took the hard tip of her nipple into his mouth.
The wetness on her nipple went from the hot of his mouth and cold from the air and back to hot again. Her eyes flipped open, staring at the stars above with shock.
“Y-you promised just coffee,” she said, so weakly it sounded like a whimper.
He lifted his head to look up at her. “But you didn’thavecoffee,” he replied devilishly, as if their deal was nulled by this technicality. He reached down and put his hand between her legs.
She gasped, throwing her head back against the top of the car. He ran his thumb up and down the seam of her, knowing he’d found her clit when a high, fluttering sound winged out of her.
“There you are,” he whispered triumphantly.
He stayed there, stroking her clit through her jeans slowly and gently at first and then harder and faster. He let her nipple catch between his teeth, spiking her pleasure with just a hint of pain, and she cried out again.
“Rafe, I—”
“No, let me have it,” he insisted, his voice shaking. “I want to hear you.”
“Rafe—” His name turned into a scream as she climaxed, and he covered her mouth with his to catch the sound.
Her body writhed and she clutched at his back, overwhelmed by the speed and the intensity of her orgasm, so sharp it almost hurt. He caught her before her legs gave out and held her against his chest, half supporting her, half pinning her against the car.
“Yeah,” he whispered softly as his lips moved from her mouth to her jawline and down her neck. She was liquid in his arms. “That’s what I wanted,” he murmured.
“Allyou wanted?” she asked, her voice shaking.
She slipped her hand between their bodies and found the hard ridge of his cock, trapped in his jeans. She tugged on the waistband and found the hot tip of him cresting, thick and ready, over the top of it.
He groaned and thrust himself into her hand. “This would be so much easier if you were in a skirt,” he said, moving to unbutton her.
Headlights flashed across them as a car turned into the drive and Rafe swore bitterly. He angled his shoulders so she was protected by his body as he tugged her shirt down to cover her.
Abbe glanced over his shoulder, trying to make out who it was.
“That’s my car,” he said, laughing ruefully.
“I guess your Uber driver’s five minutes is like your five minutes,” she said, slurring her words like she was drunk.
And then they were both laughing at nothing to dispel the tension, leaning against each other for support. He held her against him, taking deep breaths to calm down, then he pulled back and adjusted himself as best as he could, though she could tell he was still uncomfortable.
“Do you have your keys?” he asked.
Dazed, Abbe nodded and turned around to face her door. She touched the handle, and it unlocked. Rafe opened the door for her and put her behind the wheel. He draped himself over the hood and the open door, leaning down so their heads were almost level.
“Can you drive?” he asked, his piercing eyes still bright with desire.
“Yes,” she replied, though she didn’t know if that was true or not. Her body felt insubstantial, like she was filled with fluff, and she couldn’t even make a fist. “I’m okay,” she insisted, tearing her gaze away from his. She felt the first bite of embarrassment inside and she just wanted to get away from him.
He stood up and backed away a step, sensing the change in her. “I’d like to see you again,” he said.
“Right,” she said brightly. Too brightly. She was so uncomfortable. She reached out to pull the door closed, but he stopped her.
“Abbe,” he said, waiting for her to look up at him. When she did, she felt like a deer in headlights. She couldn’t breathe. “I’m going to be out of town for a few days, but I want to take you on a real date when I’m back.”
“A real date,” Abbe repeated mechanically. What was a real date?
