Citrus and sage notes enter my nose, and I breathe it in, memorizing it for later.
“Are you smelling my jacket?”
My eyes bulge from being caught in the act. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He only grunts in response, and when I look over at him, his features are tight with an emotion I can’t place. Anger? Annoyance?
“Is everything okay, Vince? You look…tense.”
“I’m fine.”
“Based on that response, you’re most certainly not fine. What’s going on?”
His knuckles tighten around the steering wheel. “He touched you.”
I tilt my head at him. “Is this about the hug? He asked before he did that, Vince. I swear—”
“Good, but even so, I can’t help it.”
“You can’t help what?” I ask as I adjust my legs in my seat. His voice is deeper than usual, more lethal, and I’m getting turned on just listening to him speak.
“The urge to kick his teeth in for touching what’s mine, Bree. You turn me into a goddamn maniac. I’m not worried about him, but I still hate that his hands have touched your skin. Just saying that makes me sound crazy.” His eyes turn to mine, fire burning inside them. “The things I think about doing to anyone who touches you… God, it makes me feel insane, and I don't give a flying fuck.”
I clench my thighs together before I grab his hand from where it rests on the gearshift, placing it on my leg as he continues to drive.
Eventually, I untangle my hand from his. The coffee shop is about an hour away, and we’re about fifteen minutes from home when my leg falls asleep and I have to adjust how I’m sitting, which causes Vince’s hand to slip higher where it sits on my thigh.
He looks over at me, an unspoken question in his gaze. “Is this okay?”
I don't answer. Instead, I move his hand slightly higher so it’s tucked under my dress. His fingers are mere inches from me. If he was to touchme right now, he’d feel how wet I am. He’d know I’ve been turned on since he admitted to being jealous of how Alex touched me.
He knows we were fake, but he still got all riled up anyway.
And fuck, if his possessiveness didn't turn me on almost instantly.
His eyes keep hovering between my eyes and where his hand sits, and I know he’s too much of a gentleman to go any further, so I bait him a little bit.
“Vince…” I whisper, trailing his hand towards my pussy. “Touch me. Please.”
“We’re almost home,” he whispers, his control dangling by a thread.
“I’m aching, baby. Please,” I say as I set his thumb over my clit and start to move it. “I can’t wait until we’re home.”
“Fuck, Bree,” he says as he takes over the motion, his finger dipping underneath my underwear as he continues to drive. “You’re fucking soaked. Did you like hearing how insane I felt? Did you like when I claimed you as mine?”
Fuck, this feels good.Before I can answer, Vince thrusts a finger inside me, and I moan in the passenger seat.
I’m about to open my mouth to say something when his phone rings, and Nico’s name flashes on the screen.
“He always has the worst fucking timing,” Vince grumbles as he removes his hand, licking the finger that was just inside me before he answers the call. “What the fuck do you want?”
For the rest of the ride home, Vince’s hand rests on my thigh as they talk business. When Vince parks in my garage, I lean and whisper in his ear.
“We’ll continue this later. I’ll meet you in your room.” I don't bother to see the look on his face because I can feel the heat of his stare as he watches me walk inside.
— SO IT GOES… BY TAYLOR SWIFT
“We’ll continue this later.”