Actually, her ass kind of made him want to spank her.
He counted himself fortunate she couldn’t read his mind. “Mm,” she hummed, wriggling as his hand slid under her wretched dress and over her slightly nicer satin panties. Half Zane’s blood tried to race to his cock at once. She was wet, her gusset soaked where he pushed the cloth between her labia.
She broke free of his kiss and gasped.
“Too much?” he panted, feeling like a teenager who’d tried to steal third base.
“Maybe.” Her Cheshire smile was at odds with her breathlessness. “Why don’t I even things up a bit?”
His size and the car’s lack of it didn’t allow her much room to move. He debated suggesting they take this show inside when her surprisingly firm hand wrapped his erection. He arched, the top of his head bumping the window frame. The way his scalp tingled had more to do with her rubbing him than the possible concussion.
“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling her touch so intensely he could hardly believe it. One more squeeze, and he swore he was going to come.
“Too much?” she asked.
Maybe she was joking. Tit for tat, and all that. Zane didn’t wait to find out. He shoved her seat fully backward on its track, then flipped her down onto it. At the cost of a couple curses and bonked body parts, he twisted into a hunched position where he could shove her dress up and latch his mouth over her pussy. The pleasure he took in this improved the second he ripped away her panties. Her clit was so swollen he had no trouble zeroing in on it.
“Jesus,” she said, ineffectually pushing at his head. He licked up her creamy button, and she whimpered. “Zane, the top of your car is down.”
“Gaze at the stars,” he laughed, drunk with the taste of her. “And for God’s sake, don’t be loud enough to disturb your neighbors.”
“Oh God,” she groaned, because he’d brought his thumbs into play beside his mouth. He wedged his shoulders beneath her thighs, spreading them wider. Her hands forked into his hair, her hips jerking closer in spite of her embarrassment with the exposure. “Zane, I can’t—”
He found a hot spot to the left of her clit and worked it in a circle with the pad of his thumb. Apparently, it was a good nerve cluster. Rebecca groaned and thrashed and clutched his head harder. “We’re outside,” she said, trying to whisper. “I can’t . . . relax enough to come.”
He was pretty sure she could. She was hot enough to burn him, the moans that caught in her throat ramping up his excitement. Now that he’d got himself where he was, he was damned if he wanted to cut this short.
An idea sprang into his mind that—in the moment—seemed like genius. Possibly it was evil genius. His cock thudded like a demon as it came to him.
“I can help you keep quiet,” he said, hands flying from her sex to his belt buckle. “Then you’ll be able to relax.”
His belt whipped free of its loops with a telltale metallic rattle.
“Zane,” she breathed in shock. “You can’t fuck me out here.”
She would have let him. Her temperature had jumped ten degrees. “Not the plan,” he assured her, despite the temptation. “Give me your wrists.”
“What?”
“Wrists,” he repeated.
She stared at him with her mouth open. Her pupils were dilated from more than the darkness. His instincts were on target. Whether she knew it or not, this game excited her.
“I promise,” he swore harshly. “I’ll stop the second you ask me to.”
She swallowed and then offered him her wrists. She looked so obedient, so surprisingly natural. Zane’s heart rate sped up wildly. He was doing a number on his own arousal as well. Trey had trained him to like these scenarios. Struggling not to shake, he wrapped his belt in figure eights around her slender wrists. The leather wasn’t tied, but it would stay where it was.
“Bite it,” he said. “Or hook it behind my neck. Whatever helps you feel in control.”
The suggestion that binding her wrists would increase her sense of control sent a shudder through her body.
“Okay?” he asked, because she seemed unable to speak. She nodded, a quickened pulse beating in her throat. Satisfied, he bent back to her pussy.
She was twice as wet as before, twice as wild and responsive. She was also quieter. Only gasps and tiny strangled mewls came from her. When he rolled his eyes up, she had the belt clamped between her teeth. The sight did incredible things to him. He forgot how uncomfortable his hunched position was. Aroused beyond bearing, he wanted to make her come so hard the belt would be all that prevented her from screaming.