His eyes grow soft for a moment when he looks at me through the mirror. “A booty call? You thought that?”
I shrug, embarrassed now. “I jumped to conclusions. I do that sometimes.”
“I’m not that kind of person.”
“I know that now.” The question is, Jason, are you another sort of person? The sort who doesn’t bat an eyelid when a firearm is pointed at them. And that brings about a whole other barrel of connotations.
The problem is, not one of those connotations changes the strength of my feelings for him, and that’s the scary part.
He stares at me for a long moment before continuing, “And about the other thing, it was just a little misunderstanding. They weren’t going to shoot me. And I’ll say it again just in case you’ve forgotten. You weren’t supposed to be here.” He slams his hands down on the steering wheel, growing angry again. “Fuck, I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you.” His eyes meet mine, and something inside me melts.
“You’re so important to me, Matilda. More than you know.”
I sniff and look away, unable to deal with the emotions his words evoke in me. All I can manage is another, “I’m sorry,” and, “I’ve learned my lesson. It won’t happen again.”
The next thing I know, he’s climbing through the gap between the two front seats and crowding me into the back. I shimmy away, unsure of his intent, until my head hits the window on the other side. He cages me with his body, lifting my thighs so he can fit himself between them.
His hot breath hits my ear when he murmurs, “Nah, I don’t think you’ve learned it yet, but you will.” And then, quick as a flash, he flips me over so that I’m lying face down. He grinds his obvious erection into my rear, and I gasp in surprise.
“Jay,” I exclaim, half indignant, half turned on.
“What?”
“We’re in your car. In public.”
“It’s hardly public here, but yeah, we are in my car. In fact, I really like being in my car with you.”
His fingers slip under the waist of my black jeans as his other hand pulls off my hat, my hair falling out. “Look at this fuckin’ outfit. Could you be any cuter?”
“Whatever you’re doing, stop. This isn’t happening. Not here,” I protest, my voice far too breathy for my liking. I should be focusing on the fact that he still hasn’t told me what he’s been up to. I can’t focus, though, not when he’s got his hands on me.
He pinches my hip and continues yanking down my jeans. When he reaches around me to harshly stroke between my legs, my brain shuts off, and I moan.
“Wet,” he says, like he’s just won something.
“Hmm,” I murmur.
“And soft.”
“Jay.”
“Sweet, too.”
“We can’t.”
“Oh, yes, we can.”
He tugs my jacket off me and pushes up my shirt, pressing kisses to my spine and biting softly, playfully. He licks the small of my back, and I pant.
“I like you to like me to lick you,” he rasps.
“Hmm?”
Jay purrs, a low rumbly sound. “Never heard that song?”
“What?”
“Never mind. Don’t look it up. My feelings for you are the opposite of that song.”
“Jay, you’re rambling. Just touch me.”
“My pleasure.”
My jeans are halfway down my legs when he wraps an arm around my middle, pulling me up so that I’m on my hands and knees. He caresses my bottom, then gives me a light spank. I yelp, and he rubs it better. One hand moves up my body, over my ribs, and cups my breast. He tweaks my nipple, and I bite my lip.
There’s some impatient fumbling behind me as he undoes his belt buckle and fly, and then I feel his hard, silky flesh rubbing against my cheek. Holding his cock, he rubs it over my arse and then lowers it, sliding across my wetness.
Nudging against my entrance and slowly pushing himself inside me, he growls, “This is the best feeling, being inside you.”
He rears back and then slams into me from behind, his thrusts hard and fast. Pleasure erupts through my entire system, my moans filling the small space. When he leans over me and bites my neck, I gasp. His hand grips my nape then and pulls me up, his hand going across my chest to hold me there as he juts into me.
The pleasure is sharp and all-consuming. He manoeuvres my body, and I’m his to possess. My heart beats fast, my pulse thumping in my ears, so loud it practically drowns out the erotic sounds of his groaning. Emotion catches in my throat, feelings bubbling up inside that I don’t want to acknowledge.
I love how he so thoroughly consumes me to the point where the entire world fades away.