Billionaire Bachelors 7 ; The Billionaire's Final Stand(29)

Before she could utter another word, he was dragging her across the seats, her body crushed between the steering wheel and his rock solid chest. His obvious arousal was pressing into her quickly heating core. Her eyes widened as he lifted his hand into her hair and tugged hard, bringing her mouth down to his.

He wasn't gentle or coaxing. He was outright demanding as he pressed his tongue against her lips, insisting she open for him. She gasped as sensations washed through her, giving him full access to her mouth.

His tongue ran along the edge of her lips, making them tingle, before he drove inside her mouth, making her lose all thoughts. One hand gripped her head, holding it in place, while his other ran down the curve of her back, and pulled her even tighter against him.

Without thought, she ground her hips against his, searching for relief. Pressure continued building inside her.

Pushing into him only made her burning need worse.

She groaned as multiple sensations washed over her, electricity sparking in the air.

She reached around his neck, running her fingers through his damp hair, tugging on the strands, needing him to keep kissing her. She'd never been so consumed.

Her heartbeat accelerated as she lost her breath. She slid her tongue in his mouth, and when he sucked on it, a shiver racked her from head to toe. He was turning her to jello with just a kiss.

As Austin's hand slid under the hem of her shirt and straight up to her straining ni**les, Kinsey was quickly forgetting all her reasons why an affair with him was a bad idea.

Chapter Seven

Austin was losing all semblance of control as he stroked Kinsey's body. His hand moved under the hem of her shirt until finally he cupped her heavy breast in his hand, his thumb sliding across her tight nipple.

His tongue delved deeper in her mouth, tasting her, enveloping her.

Claiming her as his.

Her body was made for him. The way her spread thighs cradled him perfectly, the fit of her soft breast spilling from his palm, even the feel of her lips devouring his own. If his jeans weren't in the way, he'd easily slip inside her heat, her body gripping him, sending him to another existence. One where pleasure was all that mattered.

He was losing it  –  forgetting he was in a store parking lot, forgetting anyone could pass by. He had one thought on his mind.

Claim her.

He reached down her sweats, his fingers gliding across the smooth, flat surface of her stomach, sliding inside the silk panties he'd just purchased for her.

He slid under the thin elastic, and when he felt her wetness  –  her readiness for him  –  his body throbbed in pain. He had to take her, now. He'd pleasure her more later.

He shifted to undo his pants, when there was a tapping on his window. Kinsey jerked from him, her eyes widened to the point that if he wasn't in so much agony, it would've been comical.

There was tapping again and he glanced at the driver's side window, unable to see out because they were so fogged up.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd necked in a car. Not since he was a teenager, that's for sure. He definitely couldn't remember the last time someone had busted him in the middle of making love.

He'd only meant to kiss her for a few moments, to prove to her that, yes, it really was that good. For her to blow him off hadn't done wonders for his ego. He knew she was lying. She'd received just as much pleasure as him, but still, it had stung.

"Hello. Please roll down your window," came an authoritative voice.




 

 

Austin sighed as Kinsey jumped from his lap as if he had the plague, and quickly resumed her seat, her head cast down, while her body practically hugged the passenger door. He finally rolled down his window to find an officer standing there with his flashlight shining in directly at him.

"Evening, officer. What can I do for you?" Austin asked, quickly recovering.

The cop looked at Austin, then Kinsey, surprise showing on his features. It was obvious he'd expected to find a couple of teenagers.

"Hello, Sir. There's no loitering in the store parking lot," the officer finally said, a small smirk on his face.

Austin could practically feel the heat radiating off of Kinsey's face. He knew she was as red as a fire engine.

"Sorry about that. We were just …  um …  talking," Austin said. He knew the officer didn't buy it, but what was he supposed to say? Sorry Officer, but I'm so damn horny for this woman, I forgot where I was. I just about had her pants down when you interrupted us. He somehow didn't think that would go over too well.

"Why don't you finish your … .um, talking, at home. Have a nice day, folks. I'll wait here to make sure you don't have any engine problems." With that, he turned and walked back to his cruiser. Austin shifted the vehicle into drive, flashed on his lights, and quickly merged into traffic.