"I don't have to buy women, cara. They come to me for this." His hips came up just enough to press where too many nerve endings were centered. She bucked in an allover response, gasping.
"You're so full of yourself," she told him, shivering, not fighting the hands that pressed her hips so she felt that delicious grind again.
The corners of his mouth deepened in satisfied amusement. "Let's see which one of us wants to be full of me, hmm?" His hand slid up her side, across her shoulder to cup the side of her neck.
A trail of tingles followed his caress, sensitizing her, making her go still when self-preservation instincts told her to get the hell off his lap.
As he exerted a tiny pressure, urging her forward, asking for her mouth against his, she gave in.
It's only a kiss. They'd done it before.
But this wasn't a kiss. It was a match to a flame.
As her mouth reached his, he captured her in a hungry kiss, like last night, only hotter. With a confident hand on her butt, he rocked her against his erection, making her shudder and take over the move herself, seeking the rhythm that would build the desire in the heated, dampening flesh between her legs.
Distantly she told herself to be cautious, remember this was about the bank. He was only doing this to prove a point, but her arms went around his neck in a kind of instinctive twine. She pressed to crush her breasts against his chest. Their tongues tangled and they both opened their mouths to deepen the kiss into something flagrant and wildly passionate.
Maybe there was something else she ought to have been thinking about, fretting over, but few thoughts of any clarity stuck after that. She became a being of pure sensation. All her awareness centered on the points where they touched, how he stroked her back and hips, how her body prickled and responded like firecrackers were exploding at different points.
His hand slid to cup her breast, weighing and gently massaging. She rubbed her nipple into his palm, never so free when it came to sex. Maybe if he'd seemed surprised by her lack of inhibition, she would have pulled back, but he groaned with appreciation, encouraging her, giving her all the pressure she needed as he shaped and squeezed her breast. She loved the way the light fabric of her top and silky cami made it easy for him to find and tantalize her nipple, pinching the peak and causing a stab of arousal straight between her legs.
She gasped and moaned approval. More heat rushed to pool in her loins, making her ache there and seek that hard ridge. She rubbed, trying to soothe the needy throb between her legs, unable to remember the last time she'd had any sex, let alone thrown herself into it like this. No man had ever aroused her this quickly and thoroughly with little more than a kiss and a few brazen caresses.
She arched as his other hand found its way beneath her top and pulled her cami askew, so he could pull back and look at her through the translucent film of her overtop. They both watched his thumb circle her nipple, flicking back and forth, stimulating the tight bead so she shuddered and panted, scalp tight, excited beyond what she could imagine could happen from such a simple bit of teasing.
"Come here," he said, urging her to lift on her knees and push her nipple toward his mouth.
She did, bracing her hands on his shoulders, vaguely aware they were in a moving car. Maybe the blur around them was empty of humans, but the darkened glass at her back wasn't. She ought to be showing more decorum, but his tongue moved the silk of her top against her nipple in delicate friction. The dampness of his mouth enclosed her in heat, sucking and inciting. She was lost, groaning with delight as he tortured her, licking and moving that damp fabric, squeezing the swell of her breast just enough to push more blood into the tip.
She was going to climax from this alone, she thought, working her nails with agitation against his shirt, thinking she should stop this, but she was compelled to keep going because it felt so damned good.
Her waistband released and his other hand slid in, confident and possessive, cupping soaked lace, saying something in Italian she didn't have the wherewithal to interpret, but he sounded pleased. Like he was complimenting her. She absolutely flowered when he sounded so appreciative and admiring.
He held his palm steady for her to grind herself into the heel of his hand. She moaned with pleasure as her arousal became acute. She tore at his collar and tried to stroke his skin, wanted to bend and kiss him, but as she pulled back, he stared at her chest.
"Give me the other one," he growled, eyeing her left breast, still tucked away.
With trembling hands, she lifted her top out of the way, pushed the cami down so her breasts were thrusting out the top of it, brazen in the extreme-
He opened his mouth wide on her bare nipple and she nearly screamed at the sensation of his teeth closing softly, dragging all the way to the tip before he sucked her into the deep, wet cavern of heat that was his greedy mouth.
A rush of need flooded into her sex. Into his palm.
He made an animalistic noise and his fingers pushed past silk, fingertips seeking, two penetrating, burying deep, thumb tracing and finding. Circling.
"Yes," she gasped, giving herself up to the stunning height of pleasure, welcoming the thrust of his fingers, clasping him hard to her breast as he nipped in a way that was just short of pain. The sensations he was offering were so sharp and intense it was almost too much to bear. She clenched, trying to hold back, realizing how close she was to losing it. This wasn't what she'd meant to happen.
His arm clamped around her waist and he kept lashing her with those twin sensations until she couldn't hold back. Orgasm crashed over her. Her body nearly buckled under the power of it. Her cries of abandon filled the backseat and she pressed her hands to the ceiling, all of herself offered to him as he pleasured her, nearly bursting into jagged tears at the intensity of her release. Dying. She was dying and would never breathe again.
The paroxysm held her for a long time, until she slowly became aware that his caress had become soothing.
His damp hand moved, sliding onto her hip then cupping her backside, urging her to nestle her tender, throbbing flesh against the aggressive ridge of his erection straining the front of his pants. He lifted his head and licked at her panting mouth, teasing her into kissing him back.
She was still shaking with reaction and kept her eyes closed as she kissed him with swollen, trembling lips, aware of his hardness everywhere: shoulders, arms, thighs. Even his lips were firm where hers were soft with spent pleasure. His heart was pounding while she was still trying to catch her breath, both of them damp with perspiration.
Finally she dragged her eyes open to see he had a very smug, satisfied light in his half-closed eyes. That arrogance was unnerving, making her realize he had completely taken her apart while losing none of his own control. Only his collar was slightly askew, his hair barely out of place.
He told her in a low growl what he wanted to do to her.
What was wrong with her that she responded with an internal clench of anticipation to his dirty talk?
She pushed off his lap and shakily tidied her clothes, avoiding his gaze, trying not to think of where his hand had been. How she'd sounded as she called out with release. Had the driver heard her? How did things just keep getting more mortifying?
She managed to rally, responding to what he'd said with a scathing, "The way you're looking so self-satisfied, I'd think we already did that."
He angled to look at her, reaching to smooth a wisp of her hair from its tangle on her eyelashes. Her pulse leaped with excitement, but his finger didn't even brush her skin.
"It was bothering me that other men had seen you naked. But no man has ever seen you like that, have they? I'm very satisfied."
What an egotistical-
"You're a jerk," she told him, thinking there were saltier words and she was tempted to find them.
"Are you losing the feel-good already? Because I'm right here, ready and willing to take you to your happy place all over again."
"Oh, shut up," she snapped, turning her face to the window. Pride. Who knew it was such an unaffordable luxury?
CHAPTER SIX
GWYN DIDN'T KNOW how close she'd just come to being taken in the backseat under the straying eye of his driver. Oh, Carlo would have known they were petting, would have turned up the music so he wouldn't hear anything indelicate, but neither he nor Gwyn knew that Vito had nearly lost control, so caught up in Gwyn's pleasure he'd almost found his own, fully clothed and completely at her service. He'd barely stopped himself from rolling her beneath him on the seat, stripping them bare and quite possibly planting a baby in her without a single thought for the consequences.