I lose all control, all reserve, and crash my lips against hers, moaning the second I feel her skin. She whimpers through a gasp, but she doesn’t fight it. Her head tilts with the guidance of my hand and she parts her lips with a sigh. I run my tongue along her lip, dipping into her mouth and tasting-no, more than that-fucking devouring her like it’s been longer than a year. Like I’ve never had this. Her hands slip underneath my shirt, teasing my skin as I shift her into my lap.
She breaks away, panting, her lips pink and swollen. “Luke . . .”
“I’m kissing you, Tessa. Don’t tell me not to,” I say against her mouth before pressing my lips along her jaw.
Her throaty laugh vibrates against me as I taste the skin of her neck.
“We’re on the side of the road. Actually, not even on the side. You’re kinda blocking half of it.”
“We could get hit.”
“Don’t care,” I repeat, opening up her towel so it falls around her waist. My eyes take in the sight of her, and I’m reminded that this, fuck me, this is why I haven’t been able to move on. The delicate rise of her chest. Her skin, flushed and unmarked, such a contrast to mine. Not that she wouldn’t look damn sexy with some ink. I trail my finger down her cleavage, dropping my head and licking along her collarbone. Her fingers curl around my neck as I lift her up, burying my face in her chest.
I shift us so my back is against the seat and she’s straddling my waist. The towel is discarded, along with her bra, and she scratches along my scalp the second my tongue slides over her nipple. She whimpers when I bite down, and I smile against her skin, brushing my nose against her other breast.
“Luke,” she says, breathlessly, sliding her hands down to my shoulders and fisting the material of my shirt.
I move, allowing her to pull my shirt over my head. Then her lips are on me, frantic, greedy, and tasting as much of my skin as she can before settling over the tattoo on my chest. I look down, watching as she traces over the letter with her tongue, catching the smirk on the corner of her lips before they press against me.
“Fuck,” I groan as she palms my cock.
I fist the material of her panties and pull, her gasp mixing with the loud rip I create.
“Put your weight on your knees,” I order as I pop the button on my jeans. She hovers over me, and I slide my pants and boxers down before grabbing her waist with one hand and the base of my cock with the other. I rub the head against her clit, sliding into her wetness.
“Oh my God, yes,” she purrs.
She looks down between us, tilting her pelvis, rocking into me. Her lips brush against mine, giving me her moans. “Condom?” she asks, releasing my bottom lip from between her teeth.
I tighten my grip on her waist and hold her still. “Shit. Stop moving.”
“Because I’m two seconds away from driving straight into you.”
She groans, wiggles forward, and teases me again. “You started it.”
“Tessa, I’m fucking serious. I don’t have any condoms.”
Her head tilts back, lips parting with a moan as she grinds against me, making this more unbearable than satisfying.
What the fuck? Is she trying to kill me?
“Tessa.” I warn, gritting my teeth. “I swear to Christ. You can’t . . .”
“Do you want to stop?” she asks, her voice husky and teetering on the edge of playful. Like she knows she has me by the balls here, or more accurately, the cock.
Her chest brushes up against mine and I feel my hold on her loosening in position, sliding up her back. Giving in to this torment.
“I don’t want to stop, Luke.” Her lips press to my ear, and the moment she flattens her chest against mine, I feel the wild beating of her heart. Like she just ran a mile to get to me. “Please,” she rasps, kissing the skin of my neck. “I wanna feel you. Just pull out, okay?”
I dig my fingers into her hip, positioning her where I want her, regaining control, ’cause she’s done playing and I’m going to take her how I want to take her.
I support all her weight, sliding her down my cock, feeling her body surrender as I draw this out. Reminding her what this feels like. I rock her hips into me, moving her in a slow rhythm. Her eyes close when I run my lips over her breast, full and soft, her nipples hardened, begging for my tongue.
“Mmm, you’re so thick,” she moans, grabbing my head, holding me against her.
I release her nipple and press my thumb to her lips. “Open. Get it wet.”
Her lips wrap around my thumb, sucking me, and when she adds her tongue, the slow burn in my groin begins to spread up my spine. I thrust my hips off the seat, and the second her lips open with cry, I drag my thumb down her body and press it against her clit.
Her head falls back as she softly chants my name, desperately, like she needs me as much as what I’m giving her. I feel her body tense, the familiar pulse of her around me.
“Coming,” she whispers.
I ride it out as long as I can before my spine feels as if it’s about to snap. I lift her hips, shifting her back on my thighs, and watch as she takes over rubbing her clit, her eyes focused on my cock as I stroke it against her fingers.
“Fuckkkk,” I grunt, coming on both our hands, seeing the sated look in her eyes grow hungry as she stares, transfixed, between us.