Page 47 of Unromance

“It’s alright. Take the next one.”

He definitely wasn’t overanalyzing the faraway sound of her voice.

“Take a right here.”

His brows knit together, trying to make out the dark street. “Sawyer, this is a parking lot.”

“I know,” she said tightly. “Could you pull over?”

And just like that, he was officially overthinking. She’d sensed the shift, too, was going to tell him that this wasn’t a good idea, that they’d pushed too far tonight, to remember their rules. Or, worse, that they should stop this ridiculous mission altogether. His heart rammed against his rib cage at the thought. No. They still had another week—at least.

He was bracing himself to fight for her, when she undid her seat belt, kicking off her pinup girl shoes—a fantasy he didn’t know he had until he saw her wearing them. She leaned over, swinging her leg across the console. He shifted automatically to make room for her to straddle his lap.

He had no idea what they were doing, but some vague sense of self-preservation told him that whatever it was, it was definitely against the rules and they probably shouldn’t be doing it. He promptly ignored that ridiculous notion. Of course they should be doing this.

He exhaled shakily, meeting her gaze. Her green eyes were intent on his, asking him if this was okay. He nodded, not daring to speak lest he say the wrong thing and break the spell, because he was utterly spellbound. There was a hunger and determination in her gaze as she slowly untied her dress, the dark green velvet falling open like wrapping paper to the best Christmas present he had ever—or would ever—receive.

Tearing his eyes away from her chest, he glanced up at her for permission. She gave him a small smile, nodding once.

Leaning in, he breathed in her ever-present coconut smell, placing a small kiss between her breasts as his hands came up to gentlysqueeze them, his thumbs rubbing over her peaked nipples. She made a noise of approval, arching her back, egging him on impatiently. He grinned as he took one nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue before allowing his teeth to scrape over it. She moaned, shifting her weight on his lap and rubbing herself against his thigh.

His cock throbbed, straining against his slacks, but he didn’t dare reach down, not even to readjust himself. He directed his attention to her other breast, and she ground against his leg once more, groaning in frustration.

“Mason,” she panted.

He dragged one of his hands up her thigh. “Need some help?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

Biting down on his lip, he slid one of his fingers into the run of her tights, the one she’d been taunting him with all night. “Can I—?”

She glanced down, her lips parting as she inhaled sharply. “Yes.”

He gripped her thigh roughly, bunching the fabric under his grasp and tugging. The hose gave a satisfying rip, and he grinned victoriously. Fucking finally.

With another tug, the run reached the top, where the waistband refused to yield, but Mason wasn’t easily deterred. This was undeniably the hottest thing he’d ever done. He knew without a doubt that, for as long as he lived, this would remain the hottest thing he ever did.

From the fire burning in Sawyer’s eyes, they were on the same page about that.

Slipping his hand beneath what remained of her tights, he pushed her panties aside, moaning at how wet she was. He traced a fingertip along her seam, parting her folds, alternating teasing her entrance and her clit.

When he eased one finger into her, she fell back against the steering wheel. Ahonksounded out in the dead of night, but for all the reaction Sawyer gave, he didn’t think she even realized. She ground against his hand impatiently, and he pulled out of her, teasing her before sliding in two fingers. She angled her hips so his hand was flush against her, grinding on his hand and his thigh. She let out a tiny gasp of pleasure as his other hand came up to brush against her nipple.

He groaned as he felt her hand cupping him through his pants.

“Can I?”

“Yes.Yes,” he rasped.

With his permission, she had his zipper down and his cock in her hand in a flash. She pumped him slowly, running her thumb over the tip before resuming her slow pleasuring of herself atop his hand. He shifted so the heel of his hand could press gently down upon her clit, and she whimpered, bucking slightly. Fucking hell. She was close already, but goddamn if he wasn’t, too. It had been a little over a month since they’d slept together, but it felt like he’d been waiting his whole life to touch her again.

He eased his cock from her hands, and she made a tiny noise of protest. “I got this.”

Her eyes fluttered shut and she nodded, slowly rocking back and forth on his hand. Mason dropped his head back against the headrest as he worked himself and her closer to the edge. They locked eyes for a moment, Sawyer’s mouth falling open on a sound caught in her throat. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but she hadn’t kissed him, and he wasn’t sure it was allowed. He hadn’t thought what they were currently doing was allowed, but here they were, doing it, in his fucking car in some random fucking parking lot.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bowed forward, her head comingto rest on his shoulder. He momentarily forgot about pleasuring himself as her inner walls clamped down around his fingers, her teeth biting into his shoulder as climax seized her.

Her head fell back, and the unguarded bliss on her slack mouth as he brought her back down nearly undid him. She pressed her forehead against his, lifting her hips slightly so he could ease his fingers out of her. Grabbing hold of his wrist, she brought his fingers to her lips and sucked.

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