Placing my palms on his shoulders, I rubbed myself against him, really slow but really fucking hard, so I could feel every inch of him from the top of my clit to my entrance.
“Christ.” He bared his teeth, looking up at me, our lips an inch apart. “I knew you were this beautiful.”
Grasping my ass, his shoulders flexed under my hands as he pulled me into him and rolled his hips into mine.
Reaching back, I tried to pull his hands off my thong-clad ass. I couldn’t let this go too far, but there was no way I wanted it to stop, either. I felt I should at least try, even though my effort was pathetic.
I just knew that it should stop. Sooner or later we were going to get to the point of no return, and the more his hands touched all the places he shouldn’t, the more I wouldn’t want it to end.
Touching his mouth with mine, I whispered, pleading, “I have to feel you, Jax. I need more,” rolling my hips into his faster, again, again, and again. “More, Jax. Please,” I moaned, loving the friction on my clit.
He reached down, and I heard a zipper, feeling my heart picking up pace, knowing that I was going to get closer. Shifting underneath me, he slid his shorts down just a little, grabbed my ass, dug his fingers in, and pressed me hard into his warm cock.
My underwear. The only thing separating me from him. The only thing keeping us apart.
“Jax,” I whimpered, the heat flooding my pussy making me wet. “Oh, my God.”
I swallowed again and again, the pleasure of him right there making me a mess of nerves.
“We have to stay on top of the clothes, okay?” I started dry-fucking him, loving what I was feeling but scared by it, too.
His head fell back against the seat, and he closed his eyes. “I don’t care. Just don’t stop touching me.”
As if I wanted to stop! He loved what I was doing, and his ragged breathing, his muscles flexing under me, the sweat on his neck as we panted and moaned in the thick air of the humid car—I loved it, and I wanted to cry he felt so good.
With his hands gripping my hips, he rocked me into him, rubbing against his cock, over and over again, harder and harder until I didn’t fucking care that the material separating us was causing rug burn.
He flicked my lobe with his tongue. “Mmmmm … you’re so wet. I can feel it.”
I sucked in a breath, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning into his mouth. “And you’re hard,” I rasped, “so hard.”
His tentative, slow fingers inched under my shirt, his thumbs rubbing circles on my stomach.
“Jax, no,” I protested pathetically, sliding his hands back out of my shirt. “We can’t go that far. We won’t want to stop.”
“If you only knew how much you saying no was turning me on …”
I licked his bottom lip, dragging the tip of my tongue across it. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
He maneuvered under me, pulling his wet shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. “Hell yes, it feels good.” He grabbed my face and nibbled at my mouth. “But having you so close and not being able to move this one little piece of fabric”—he reached down and teased the elastic of my thong, his soft touch sending shivers down my arms—“that keeps me from sinking inside you is fucking torture. I want you so bad, K.C.,” he growled low. “I’ve always wanted you.”
And I cried out, his hard-on all of a sudden jerking, pressuring my clit. I leaned into his lips, and we breathed each other in as I rode him.
“Oh, Jax,” I cried out, the burn at my entrance making me want more.
God! I wanted more. I slammed my palm against the window, barely noticing the steam we’d created, but Jax held strong. Pushing me back, pulling me forward, sucking the breath out of me, and wanting it just as much as I did.
“Yo, Jax!”
Someone pounded on the driver’s-side window, and Jax and I jerked, looking up.
“What the …?” he bit out, gripping my shaky thighs. The orgasm that had been so close was now slowly ebbing away, and the throbbing between my legs turned vicious. I breathed hard, the need so bad it hurt. Did he feel it, too?
“Jax?” the guy called again, and I scurried back over to my seat.
Jax pounded the steering wheel once, growling. “Stay here,” he ordered.
As he pushed the door open, Jax’s body was rigid and noticeably hard. I groaned to myself, embarrassment warming my face.
“Hey, man.”
“What the hell?” Jax chided, stepping out of the car and not hiding as he zipped up and buttoned his pants.
It had stopped raining, but I didn’t know when.
“Oh, man.” I saw the man’s legs back away. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“What? Did the steamed-up windows confuse you?”
I dropped my face into my hands. He did not just say that.
Jax left the door open and took a step forward. “Just take off,” he warned. “Seriously.”
“Hey, baby,” a woman’s voice piped up, and I dropped my hands, straightening instantly. I hesitated only a moment before I threw open the door and peered over the roof to …
My shoulders sank. No. Shit.
It was one of the blondes I’d seen Jax with that night before college when he drove Liam home. I didn’t want to, but my eyes darted to Jax to see if he moved or anything. Did I care if he was still close to her?
I definitely didn’t want her near him.