“Hey.” She grabbed for him, her fingers sliding through those glossy half-curls as he paused above her chest.
“Merde, I don’t know,” he said, with the most ridiculous semblance of anxiousness on that big and dominant a man. One large finger touched just above her breastbone and hesitated. “Should I go here?” His fingers walked their way up one breast, and then, just as he was about to reach the aureole of her nipple, his upraised index finger paused…and he turned and retraced his steps. “Or here?” He walked them up the other breast.
“Hey.” She tried to grab his hands and press them fully to her breasts, but he dragged them down her ribs as easily as if she hadn’t been resisting him at all, leaving her poor abandoned nipples quite desperate for that failed contact.
“I am so confused,” he said. “I definitely need a damn phone about now to tell me what to do. I mean, what the hell is this?” One flat palm paused dramatically just at the edge of her panties. “A road block? Where do I go from here?”
“Matt!”
He raised his head, his eyebrows drawn together in pseudo-worry as his fingers trailed uncertainly back and forth along the line of her panties in the most maddening way. “I don’t know.” His eyes gleamed. “Do you want me to pull over and let you drive this thing?”
“You’re a beast!” she said incredulously. She might have made a mistake waking up this man’s sense of play.
“Well, I mean…” His fingers slid strong and hot and oh-so-charily a half centimeter under the line of her panties into her curls. “If you can do it better…”
“I’ll show you what I can do!” She twisted, trying to reach down toward his own sex, far past her arm’s length at this point. “You’re so going to pay.”
He caught both her wrists and surged up her body to pin them with one of his hands above her head. She twisted them to try to break free, and his eyes gleamed as he didn’t let go. “It must be hell to be a puny girl right about now.”
“Matthieu Rosier.”
“God, I love the way you say my name.” He kissed her, hot and deep, until she was gasping, her hips twisting and bucking against that entirely uncooperative hand of his down there.
“You let go of my wrists right this second!”
His grin was so wicked. “What are you going to do if I don’t?” His free hand stroked down farther, until the long, strong middle finger was just shy of exactly where she wanted it to go so badly. “Tell me to stop the car?”
“You, you, you—oh, God.” As that callused finger rested quite gently on her clitoris and very, very gently stirred.
“Yes, Bouclettes?” His hand slid farther, his thumb taking the place of his finger as those long fingers slid through the slick lips of her sex. “You were saying?” His thumb began a gentle, unhurried rhythm.
“Hush.” She turned her head into the pillow, her eyes closing. “Let me concentrate.”
“But I’m having so much fun,” he complained. “I mean, wow…” A finger probed deeper into her slickness. “I wonder where this goes?”
“I’m going to kill you,” she promised, wetting her lips, her hips bucking up to his finger.
“Yeah, I know. But still…” That finger began its sure slide deep into her. “Let’s find out.”
All her inner muscles tightened on his slide, first at the foreignness of his entrance into her body and then at the desire to have more of it, bigger, harder, faster.
“That’s going to feel so damned good on me in a minute,” he said hoarsely. “Shit, Bouclettes.”
“Hurry up!” she begged, trying again to break her wrists free so she could grab for his hips.
“Isn’t that just like a woman?” His thumb moved over her clitoris again as he slipped a second finger inside her. “I’m the one waiting on you.”
“Ma-tt.” The word broke and shattered out of her, in little lost huffs.
His thumb kept moving in such sweet strokes, firming just barely. “Think I’m going to have to wait much longer?”
“Matt.” She couldn’t keep her eyes open. She wanted to cover her face with her arms and hide what she looked like right then, shut out everything but the sensation of his hand, but she couldn’t, because he wouldn’t let go of her wrists.
“You look so damn beautiful,” he said incredulously, and pressed his thumb down just…just…right as the waves of pleasure mounted in her, as they swept over her, as that raging river caught her up and bore her away. As she fell apart.