Love the One You're With(63)

But Jake Malone thought about it. From the way he was feeling her up, he’d thought about it a lot.

Their touches became increasingly frantic, each fumbling for the button of each other’s pants before realizing the difficult logistics of sex in the front seat of a car.

When she hissed in frustration, Jake swore and roughly lifted her off him. “I can’t believe I’m even suggesting this, but …?” He jerked his head toward the backseat, and Grace giggled.

“How old are we?” she asked in a mock-horrified whisper, even as she climbed awkwardly into the backseat, barely managing to wiggle her hips between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. Jake didn’t even try to follow, instead exiting the driver’s-side door and climbing in the back door.

Their clothes were off in record time, and he maneuvered their naked bodies until he was above her, his elbows next to her head as he smoothed her hair back from her face.

She arched against him, but instead of answering her unspoken plea, he hesitated. “Grace, this isn’t … I didn’t …”

Her fingers traced over his mouth, stopping his words. “I want this.”

“You deserve better than the backseat of a car, Grace.”

“So did Hannah Tanner, but that didn’t stop you then.”

He let out a little laugh and dropped his forehead to her shoulder. “Only you would talk about a girl from twenty years ago at a time like this.”

Her legs wrapped around his waist, tilting up to him. “A time like what?”

“Grace,” he uttered as she wiggled against him.

In response she reached a hand down to where he was hard and ready for her, stroking him twice before leading him to her opening.

“Grace, can we just talk about—”

She thrust her hips up again, only this time the wanton movement took him inside her, just barely, but enough so that they both groaned.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Shit.”

He pulled out long enough to dig a condom out of his jean pockets, ripping the wrapper and rolling it on in one smooth motion. He maneuvered them again, moving between her legs, his hands on her knees as he pushed her legs as wide as they would go given the constraints of the backseat.

She watched him over the rise and fall of her breasts, watched the way his hand slowly slid over her inner thigh until he was cupping her, his thumb moving relentlessly as his two fingers slid easily inside her.

“I love the way you feel,” he said, his eyes never leaving the hand that was working her over. His fingers circled and teased, bringing her to the edge repeatedly without ever letting her go over. When he finally moved above her, their eyes locking for a split second before he thrust all the way inside her in one smooth stroke, Grace wound her legs around his back as his hands cupped her ass.

Instinctively her hands went above her head, bracing against the door as he began to thrust roughly into her, the rhythm savage and needy and deep. His arms came around her, moving up until he cupped her head, holding her protectively even as his body slammed into hers.

Her nails found his back, clawing, knowing that she was leaving marks, and not caring.

“Jake.”

He hissed as she said his name, rolling his hips into her. “Again.”

“Jake.”

His fingers clenched in her hair, once, twice, and then he went over the edge, calling her name on a hoarse cry as he spilled into her. She found her own release seconds after, her cry echoing through the tiny closed space of the car as she clenched around him, her hips moving in smaller and smaller jerks until the shaking finally subsided.

They held each other through the aftershocks, her hands smoothing the scratches on his back as he gently massaged her scalp.

“You’ve got to stop playing with my hair,” she said after long minutes. “You’re making me sleepy, and then I’ll fall asleep, and then your mom will know I didn’t sleep in the guest bedroom with her sewing machine.”

He brushed a kiss against her temple. “Always the good girl. Always following the rules.”

“Good girl? We just humped in a rental car.”

He pulled back then, grinning down into her face. “Did you just say humped?”

She blushed. “It seemed … fitting.”

But his smile had faded, and he was preoccupied as he drew absent circles with the top of his finger against her shoulder. “That thing you told my mom and sisters in the kitchen …”

She scrunched up her face. “When? What?”

“You said that you weren’t here because of the story. You said you liked me.”

Her stomach clenched. Oh. That.

Jake slowly moved one of his hands until it encircled her wrist, his thumb resting lightly against her pulse, which she knew was in overdrive.