"Mia, we can't—"
"You want to risk pneumonia, fine, but don't tell me I can't do this." She unclipped her bra and slid it off, leaving me staring at her tits, pale and perfect.
I was grateful for the darkness and the secluded spot she'd chosen to park because damned if I wanted anyone else getting the chance to look at her.
"You're beautiful," I murmured, grabbing the nearest blanket to stop from grabbing her.
"Thanks." She unzipped her pants and struggled to push them down her legs, her thong tangling in the wet material.
I couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak. Couldn't do much of anything but gawk at this incredibly lovely woman. Wet and naked and wanting me.
After what seemed like an eternity, she draped a blanket around her shoulders and let it cover her body. But it was too late. The damage had been done.
I needed her with a ferocity that scared the crap out of me.
In the end, she took the decision out of my hands. She grabbed the hem of my polo shirt and slid it upward until it was off. When she reached for the zipper on my jeans, I stilled her hand. I'd been on edge all day with wanting her. If she touched my cock, I was in danger of regressing to my early teenage days and this would be over before it had begun.
My jeans and jocks came off in record time, but I had the foresight to grab the condom out of my wallet before the sodden mass hit the floor.
As Mia watched me with silent approval, I slid the condom on, then reached for her.
She straddled me, the blanket draping us in our own private cocoon.
Then she lowered herself on my cock and all I could think was how fucking right this felt.
I grabbed her arse in one hand and thumbed her clit with the other, pumping upward as she slid down, the friction between our bodies creating a welcome warmth beneath the blanket.
She arched back a little, thrusting her tits in my face, and I sucked one into my mouth, then the other, loving her pants and moans.
The pressure built in my balls, the promise of mind-numbing pleasure, as she rode me with an abandon that was incredible to watch.
I circled her clit faster as her breathing got shallower, waiting for her to fall off the edge before I followed in an orgasm that clamped my head in a vice as I shot my load.
I liked sex. Sex was fun. But sex with Mia? Fuck. Indescribable.
She sank into my arms and I cuddled her, wanting to shut out reality for a little while longer.
A reality that insisted we couldn't do this, no matter how badly I wanted to.
Chapter 12
MIA
When I was a teenager and needed to blow off steam, I'd head to the Santa Monica Pier.
I loved the vibe. The hip people, the cosmopolitan feel, the chance to lose myself in a sea of humanity.
Tonight was different. I didn't need to blow off steam or blend in with the crowd. I was with Kye and what we'd done in the car two hours ago? Made me more relaxed than I'd been in ages.
"Want to see Pacific Park or the aquarium?" I snuck a glance at our joined hands, not caring what we did as long as I got to feel this good.
"I'm happy just strolling," he said, threading his fingers through mine. "It's a nice night for it."
"Even in damp clothes?" I grinned at the memory of the struggle we had getting back into our wet clothes. Hard enough getting dressed in a car.
He ducked his head to whisper in my ear. "With the heat you generate, babe, your clothes should be steaming."
Some of that heat found its way into my cheeks. "Right back at you."
Our gazes locked and my nerve endings zinged like they always did when he looked at me.
I wished I knew what he was thinking but while I was feeling this good, no way would I risk another lecture on why we couldn't be more than friends.
We were together, in this moment, and I intended on making the most of it before we headed back to the academy all too soon.
I blinked and the intimacy enveloping us dissipated. "This was my go-to place when I was a kid."
When he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkled adorably. "Yeah? I wouldn't think a pampered princess like you would need to get away."
I rolled my eyes and bumped him with my hip. "Believe me, every teen girl needs to get away at some point."
"Let me guess. Your dad didn't buy you a pony?"
"More like he was never around, always on the road playing tournaments, and when he was here he tried to overcompensate."
Kye remained silent, his pity palpable.
"Don't feel sorry for me, because it wasn't that bad." In fact, I'd idolized my dad and hadn't begrudged him his career, despite not seeing him for a good chunk of every year. But being back home was making me maudlin. "I just didn't like him smothering me."
"It's natural he'd be overprotective." His gaze slid over me like warm treacle. "I mean, look at you."