Page 68 of On the Line

I take a few more deep breaths, and then Lauren reaches over, slides her hand along the side of my neck, and pulls me toward her, murmuring, “Come here.”

Her lips are gentle when they meet mine, but there’s nothing gentle about the way I kiss her back. I suck her lower lip between mine, nipping at it before I invade her mouth. She gives it right back to me—tongues clash, the pressure builds, and when her seat belt restrains her, she unbuckles it and pushes up onto her knees and leans over the center console of my car.

My hands are greedy, pushing her coat off her shoulders so I can feel the bare skin of her arms, gripping her hip possessively, pulling her closer. I can’t get close enough to her, can’t touch her the way I need to when she’s still halfway in the passenger seat.

“Get over here,” I growl, hitting the button to slide my seat back and make room for her on my lap. She starts climbing over daintily, extending one leg over me like we’ve got all the time in the world.

I lift her hips, bringing her over the console and setting her down with one knee on either side of my lap. But her foot catches on the gear shift, and the bottom of her heel scratches across the temperature controls on the way to my seat.

“Jameson!” she chides. I love making her say my name—doesn’t matter if it’s from surprise, exasperation, or emotion. “I was trying to prevent my heels from scratching any part of your car—”

“Fuck the car,” I say, grasping her ass, “I need you right where you are.”

She clasps each side of my face in her hands, then tilts her hips so she’s rubbing herself along my erection. She’s exactly what I need—a way to divert my energy so I can calm down.

I graze my fingertips along her thighs, pushing the hem of her tight dress up and over her ass so it’s bunched around her waist, and she grinds herself against me again, over and over in quick, pounding succession.

“Holy shit.” She gasps. “I want you so bad right now.”

I can’t remember the last time I was constantly hard like I am around her—maybe when I was a teenager? I could be inside her every minute of the day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“Lauren.” I rasp out her name. “Unless we’re going to finish what we’ve started, I need you to stop doing that.”

She pauses for a moment, wraps her free hand around the back of my neck, and then, eyes locked on mine, grinds against me again. She leans her head down to mine and kisses me with the same sense of desperation I’m feeling.

My hands slide between us and I make quick work of my belt and zipper. Then I’m lifting her enough to push my pants and boxers down, and setting her back on my lap.

“I hope you don’t care about this underwear,” I say as I rip the seam over one hip, tearing it right in half. I repeat the action on the other side, then toss the remnants of her thong over onto the passenger seat.

“Those were my favorite pair.”

“I’ll buy you ten more,” I say as she slides herself along my length. Holy shit she’s wet for me. “This isn’t going to be like earlier,” I tell her, nearly frantic to be inside her.

Her eyebrows dip and she searches my face, looking for answers.

“I’m too angry about what just happened, and too keyed up, to keep this gentle.”

“I want you to take what you need,” she says, her hand on my cheek again. “However you need it.”

With the steering wheel pressing at her back, we’re too cramped. “I’m going to flip you around so you’re facing forward,” I tell her as I lift her hips and rotate her so she’s facing the steering wheel. “Put your legs between mine.”

And then I lower her down onto me, moving into her with no warning, and she grunts when I fill her, then hisses out a “Yes.”

“Shit.” I pause now that I’m inside of her. “I’m not wearing a condom. I don’t even have one on me.”

“It’s fine,” she says, “I have an IUD.”

With her legs together like this, she’s impossibly tight—the hot, slick walls of her pussy squeezing me so firmly I’m already ridiculously close to coming.

“I’m clean,” I tell her, realizing that we should have had this conversation earlier in the shower. “And ... I’ve never done this with anyone else.”

“I’m clean too,” she says, “I got tested at my annual exam before I left Park City.” She squeezes her muscles, stroking my cock, so I put my hands on her hips to help her move.

With one of her hands on the steering wheel and the other on my upper thigh behind her, she helps set the pace, rocking her hips as I lift her and slam back into her. My movements are so wild this feels practically feral, but her soft grunts and they way she says “yes” over and over encourages me to keep going.

The slapping sound of our bodies meeting fills the car. It’s dirty and wild and I fucking love that she’s letting me take her like this. No, not letting me,encouragingme.

“You like fucking me in my car, Lauren?” I ask as she starts to move faster.

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