Page 65 of Creep

Once he had his wet clothes pulled off and put away in the bags as well, I opened the blanket up for him. He came in close to me, his body heat emanating over me and warming me faster than the blanket ever could.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and let out a small sigh when his arms went around me, warming me up further. It didn’t take long for the shivers to stop, and I was just feeling warm and content.

I slowly tilted my head back and looked up at him. His eyes were already on me. The blues glowed with some unnamed emotions that did nothing to help calm my heart.

We didn’t say anything for three long moments, just stared at each other, sharing the same air, the same breath in the enclosed space of his car.

I really wanted him to kiss me.

He didn’t disappoint.

He bent down and kissed me slowly.

He kissed me sweetly. One hand came up and cupped my cheek, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me, clinging to him as if I were afraid something might happen, and I would realize this was nothing more than a fantasy.

I gasped when I opened my mouth, and his tongue moved inside me. He deepened the kiss as our tongues danced with each other. I pressed myself closer to him, wanting more and more and more, as the hand cupping my cheek moved to the nape of my neck, holding me there as if he was afraid I might pull back.

That was the last thing I was thinking of doing.

The blanket fell down slightly from our shoulders, but I was no longer cold.

The rain continued to pound on the roof of the car, making me feel, once more, like I was in a snow globe, but I wasn’t alone this time.

I was inside it with Mael, and how badly I didn’t want us to leave.

He broke away from the kiss first to give us time to catch our breath. He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes taking me in. This close, I could make out the silver flecks in his eyes and see a small scattering of freckles on the bridge of his nose that was only noticeable up close.

We didn’t say anything—just stayed silent as we took each other in.

His eyes held a question in them that I knew only I could answer. I pulled back slightly and nodded.

There was nothing more that needed to be said.

He pulled off my sports bra and let it fall to the floor of the car before he took off his boxer briefs.

I hooked my thumbs under my panties and pushed them down my legs.

He pulled me back into his arms and kissed me. This kiss was different from the first one. It was still sweet and gentle, but there was an underlying tension that hadn’t been there, tinged with a desperation that I was sure we both felt.

He pushed me down until I was lying on the back seat, and he followed me. I spread my legs to make room for him, feeling goose bumps break out across my skin when I felt his hard cock brush up against my legs. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, feeling the hard muscles bunch beneath my palms every time he moved. I was wholly addicted to his body.

“Do you have any condoms?” I asked.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck. No, kitten, I don’t.”

“I’m on birth control,” I said, licking my lips. “And I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too,” he said. I nodded. “You trust me, yeah?”

Again, I nodded. I did. It might be stupid of me to believe him, but I did.

He kissed me again, this one just a little harder than the other ones, just as his hand moved down between our bodies. I felt him grab his dick, stroking up and down the long length before he directed the tip to my entrance.

We both looked at each other as he pushed inside—the only sound was the rhythmic beat of the rain on the car and our harsh breathing.

And the small groan we both let out when he was in all the way.

Fuck.

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