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She lifts her hips, smoothing her skirt under her ass, and only succeeds in making it ride up in front more than it was. I’m hard enough to break nails.
“Jesus Christ,” I say, closing my eyes.
“What’s the matter?”
She shifts toward me—her legs closer now, her mouth in a small pout and I can’t stand it anymore. I lean over the console, placing my hand on her leg, letting my fingers press into the velvety skin of her inner thigh. “This,” I tell her, my voice rough with yearning. “Thisis what’s the matter.”
She meets my eye, licking those strawberry lips while she considers what I’ve said.
“Good,” she whispers, swinging her leg over my lap to straddle me. I grasp the sides of her face, my fingers digging into her hair.
It’s not gentle; it’s not romantic. It’s simply tongues and teeth, my belt tugged open, her skirt pushed up, a grunt as her hand reaches into my boxers and wraps around me, circling her thumb over the moisture at the tip. She grabs my wallet off the dashboard and fishes inside it for a condom, rolls it down my cock, and raises up only to impale herself, her mouth open, her head thrown back.
The windows are fogged, the cabin of the truck damp as a fucking rainforest. I tug her jacket off and grab her hips, pulling her on me harder.
“Ride me, Kate,” I growl. “Just like that. Don’t fucking stop.”
She does. She couldn’t claim for a second to be a passive participant in any of this. She moves faster, her face flushed, her mouth swollen, and eyes dazed—so close to coming, so desperate for it. She’s never looked more beautiful.
“I’m going to come so hard inside you,” I grit out, my jaw tense with the restraint it requires not to let go entirely, and she gasps, arching backward against the steering wheel, clenching around me so tight as she comes that I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to.
“Kate,” I hiss as I fill the condom, barely conscious of the way she slumps against me. We’re both breathing heavily, dripping in sweat. I want us to stay like this forever.
“I guess we messed up again,” she whispers, her face buried against my neck. There’s something strangled in the word “again.” Because it’s a mistake when it happens once. Twice, though? That’s something else entirely.
My fingers, tracing her spine, still. “I guess we did.”
Her lips tremble as she forces a smile. “I should probably go inside, I think.” She slides off me, grabbing her jacket and purse. “Good night.”
She walks away as if she doesn’t have a care in the world, but I don’t miss how straight her spine is, how stiffly she moves.
This is how Kate runs. How you know she’s terrified even though she would never fucking admit it.
“Good night, Kate,” I answer, long after she’s shut the door behind her.
25
KATE
Ispend every waking hour thinking of the way he groaned my name, the way he felt inside me as he came, and I am momentarily breathless, lost in the memory of it.
My ringing phone—Jeremy again—is simply an irritation, a distraction.
“The photos suck,” he says, his voice a pointed finger of blame as ifIwere the photographer. “I just forwarded them to you.”
In my head, Beck’s mouth is still on my neck.Ride me, Kate. Just like that. Don’t fucking stop.
With a sigh, I force the memory away to look at the photos Jeremy’s sent: an unsuspecting Caleb walking out of security at the Miami airport, only to find the girl I hired basically attacking him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him on the mouth. That he’s utterly stunned and trying to push her off him is plain as day.
“Anyone can see he has no idea who she is,” Jeremy continues. “This is going to look like a fucking setup, and it’s all going to point back to you and me.”
I’m curiously detached from the whole thing. “I guess we can’t use the photos.”
“Easy for you to say—I’m the one who had to pay that guy almost a thousand bucks for an hour of work.”
I roll my eyes. Jeremy probably has a thousand dollars in change lying around in his car. He’s just mad it didn’t work.
“We’ll figure something out later,” I tell him, but I’ve got no impulse to consider what’s next. I don’t care that this plan has failed, and I don’t care about the next one either.
