Perfect Catch(18)

Once he was upright, she braced one hand on either side of his head and met his eyes, staring at him with a ferocious intensity as scary as it was seductive. How was it she managed to make every part of him—not just the Southern brain—stand at attention? She was arresting, intoxicating, and by all accounts way out of his league. Yet here she was, naked in his lap and looking at him like he was the finest dessert she’d ever ordered.

If that didn’t get a guy hard, nothing would.

“Fuck me,” she told him, leaning in to lick his parted lips.

Okay, he took it back. If that didn’t get a guy hard, nothing would.

“Whatever the fuck you want.” Removing one hand from her waist, he angled the head of his cock to her opening and arched his hips up from the seat, sliding inside her. He fit perfectly, as if she were made for him, and with her lips pressed to his ear he could hear each hitch of breath and stifled moan as he drew almost all the way out. He reclaimed her waist and guided their rhythm.

Starting slow—slow enough he thought he might drive himself mad—he rocked her body up and down, leaning his head back against the seat so he could see her face as she rode him. Alice started with her eyes open, wearing her intense stare, but as she claimed control and began building the pace, her eyes fluttered shut and her hands moved from the headrests to his shoulders.

With her distracted, he took up his efforts with her breasts again, lowering his mouth to one perfect nipple and rolling his tongue over it, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She buried her fingers in his hair, wordlessly commanding him to continue by keeping his head locked in place. He obeyed, biting down until she gasped, then chasing off the pain with slow, languorous passes of his tongue.

Her movements became as frenzied as her breath, and the tightness of her body coaxed him towards his own inevitable climax. Alex braced one hand against the car window, the glass slick and fogged from their labored breathing, and thrust into her with the same demanding necessity she was pushing down on him.

He grunted once, her pussy clenching him like a fist, and when she came, she pressed her mouth against the backseat, muffling a scream. Even muted it was a rough, primal sound that brought his own orgasm on full force. Shuddering from the release, he held her sweat-dampened body to his, and she wrapped her arms around him, keeping him crushed to her.

Together they both struggled to catch their breaths.

Alice let out a tiny, contented sigh.

Then the whole moment shattered. Someone rapped loudly on the glass, and a flashlight pierced the perfect dark of the car. Alice yelped and buried her face against Alex’s neck.

“Get your clothes on, kids,” muttered a gruff voice. “Then let me have a word with you.”





Chapter Nine

The cop was nice enough to turn the flashlight off after they clambered out of the backseat. Alice hoped it was dark enough to hide the hideous blush that must be coloring her cheeks. If there was a God, He would open up the ground right there and let it swallow her whole.

No such luck.

Maybe He was punishing her for not sending Olivia to Catholic school.

As far as cops went, she had a feeling they’d gotten lucky. This guy was portly, his uniform straining over his belly, and his cheeks were a ruddy crimson, giving him a jolly countenance. Plus he was grinning at them like they’d just made his night.

Alice tucked herself in behind Alex, so she was still visible but didn’t bear the full weight of the cop’s scrutiny.

“Who does this car belong to?” He gave Alex a once-over before he shifted his attention to Alice.

“Me,” she confessed. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest since she hadn’t been able to find her bra fast enough. Alex’s belt was still undone and his T-shirt was on backwards. If there’d been any doubt of what they’d been up to in the backseat, one look at them would have erased any uncertainty.

“Ma’am, can I see some identification?”

“It’s in the car, is that okay?” The last thing she wanted was to make a grab for the car door and end up with a gun pointed at her.

“Go ahead. How about you, son?”

Alice was grateful she’d put Alex’s wallet back in his pocket. He pulled out his ID while she opened the front door to get her own out of her purse. When the cop had both their driver’s licenses, he clicked his flashlight back on and investigated them with the kind of agonizing slowness designed to make a person crazy. Was this something they taught in cop school? How to make civilians feel as uncomfortable as possible?

Once he was satisfied, the cop turned the light off again and hung it from his belt.

“I don’t think I have to tell you what you’ve done wrong, do I?”