Protecting What's His(35)
His breathing roughened from across the car, and all at once, his reaction filled her with confidence and weakened her inhibitions. Suddenly, the soft leather beneath her ass felt glorious. The car’s oversize seat made her feel delicate, feminine, sexy. Knowing how closely Derek watched, her hips moved, tested the feeling of leather against her nakedness. Her thighs pressed together. Slid apart.
Ginger’s eyelids dropped, her head tipped back. She pictured Derek, how he’d looked last night. Shirtless and damp, his arm muscles shifting and bulging as he pleasured her with his hand.
Of its own volition, one hand moved to her thigh, caressing the inside with soft fingertips. Derek made a rough sound in the darkness. The stoplight must have turned green because he cursed, punching the gas to fly through the intersection.
The vibration of the car engine caused the leather to shake against her naked core. Gasping at the sensation, Ginger’s hand glided higher, finally slipping between her legs.
“Good girl. Show me how you touch yourself.”
His voice sounded like gravel and stroked over her like a rough caress. She wanted to replace her hand with his bigger, more skillful one, and told him so out loud.
“God, baby. Me, too. Just a little bit longer.”
Using two fingers, Ginger found the place needing the most attention and stroked over it gently at first, moaning at the delicious pressure, then faster until her hips moved restlessly on the seat, begging for release.
“Don’t you dare come, Ginger. Not yet. You’ll come with me inside you tonight or not at all.”
She barely heard him. Release was only seconds away. She could feel the tightening of her muscles, the trembling beginning in her upper thighs and moving higher. Derek’s scent surrounded her in his car, pushing her even closer to the edge.
Suddenly, her hand was gone from between her thighs and being held in Derek’s shaking grip.
“Enough.”
Ginger tried to pull her hand free, her breath shuddering in and out. She started to call him every filthy name in the book, but the words died on her lips when she perceived the raw agony on his face. Jaw clenched tight, eyes bright and glazed. His harsh breaths matched hers, echoing through the car’s interior.
Her hooded eyes dropped to his lap, widening at the thick erection pressed against his dress pants. The sight of his arousal made her pulse kick even higher. She reached for him, but his grip on her wrist tightened almost painfully.
“No. If you touch me there, we won’t make it. I’ll have to pull over and fuck you on the hood of the car.”
Ginger nearly begged him to do it. As out of control as she felt, roadside sex seemed perfectly reasonable.
The light changed and Derek burned rubber through another intersection, taking a left turn onto their street once he reached the end of the block. Their building came into view on the right.
He pulled into a parking space behind the structure, threw the car in park, and rounded the car before she’d even removed her seat belt. Ginger’s door was flung open. Brusquely, Derek reached in the car to adjust her dress until she once again appeared decent, then grasped her around the waist and pulled her out with little effort. Her heels clicked as she landed on the concrete.
He placed a firm hand on her back, propelling her toward the building. “Walk.”
“Derek, wait.”
He tensed, but didn’t stop walking. They’d reached the second floor and stood just outside his apartment door before she found her voice. “She can’t hear us. My sister. Please, Derek.”
His hand froze in the act of unlocking the door before it resumed turning the key. With a curt nod of acknowledgment, he pushed the door open and scooped her in his arms.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. “I can walk.”
“Your heels will make too much noise on the wood floor.”
“Oh. Why don’t I just take them off?”
“I want them on.”
Ginger felt a delicious tightening in her stomach and she clung tighter to his shoulders. He marched them through the dark apartment and into his bedroom, then kicked the door shut behind them. Her nerves threatened to reach the surface, but she blocked them out. She wanted this. Wanted him.
Derek strode into the en suite bathroom, set her down just inside the door, then pushed her up against it. Ginger looked up into his face and for once, forgot to hide her emotions. He’d adhered to her request without a moment’s hesitation, simply because she’d asked. He would never know how much the small gesture meant to her. No one would hear them in the tiled room tucked in the back of the apartment. He was too busy undressing to acknowledge her gratitude, however.
As he untucked the white dress shirt from his pants, she caught a glimpse of his ridged abdomen before he let it drop. Her breathing roughened when he removed his shirt, exposing his stomach, arms, and chest. Derek had the kind of body that looked capable of inflicting pain and pleasure equally. His scattered tattoos made him look like a barroom brawler who bloodies half the men in the room but still has enough stamina afterward to satisfy two women in bed. His muscles shifted with every breath, like they could break free of his skin at any moment. He intimidated and aroused.