Page 48 of 40 and Flirting (with Disaster)
His name on her lips was husky, the two syllables filled with need. She could hear it, and knew he could as well by the narrowing of his eyes, his gaze sweeping over her face. “What do you need, beautiful?”
“I need you,” she said softly. “I need you to take my mind off all of this. Please,” she softly begged.
Jamie’s mouth firmed as he stared down at her. “Anything you want,” he promised.
He dropped her hand, and his fingers filtered into her hair as he gripped the sides of her head. One step, two and her back met the car door. A hoarse rumble left his mouth as it descended on hers.
He tasted so good, like honey and beer and warm male. She opened to the thrust of his tongue, letting him fill her, letting him take complete control. Thoughts of Krista dissipated; sadness retreated into the background. Iris gave herself over to Jamie’s touch, losing all sense of time and place.
A truck passing along the road, its exhaust an obnoxiously loud roar, brought both of them back to awareness. Jamie eased his body away from hers. “Let’s take this inside,” he said roughly.
She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but she prayed to God he meant someplace closer than her apartment. She didn’t wanna lose the closeness she’d just found for a thirty-minute drive.
Apparently Jamie didn’t either, because he reached for her the second he slid into the driver’s seat. His groan as their lips met sent tingles down her spine. She shifted in her seat, pushing her body to face him, ignoring the console between them to reach for him. The buttons on his shirt gave way easily, and as he devoured her, she sought out the naked skin beneath, the heat of his body, the crinkle of hair beneath her fingers. All male, all good. He felt so good. Sharing touch always felt good, but with Jamie, it was…special. She craved it. She wanted him with an intensity she’d never experienced before—and reveled in the experience every second.
When one of her nails scraped across Jamie’s nipple, he threw his head back. “God.” Hard hands slid down the sides of her throat, along her shoulders, down to her breasts. He cupped her, kneading on top of her clothing. “Iris.”
“Hmmm?” The pleasure taking over his face had her squirming in her seat. Heat gathered in her core. Her nipples. “I want you, Jamie. Now.”
The growl that left him at her words thrilled her. He reached down and pushed the button to slide his seat back. “Come here, beautiful.”
She dragged the flowing folds of her skirt up to her hips, thankful for the darkness as she climbed over the console and onto Jamie’s lap. He tilted the steering wheel up, giving her a few extra inches of room as she settled into place. The back of Jamie’s seat lowered with another push of a button, allowing him to recline, and he hunched down in the seat to bring their pelvises into alignment. The hard ridge of his body between her legs drew a whimper to her lips.
Jamie’s laugh held strain. “How’s that, beautiful?”
Perfect. One hand went to the ridge rising between the two windows, the other twisting in the shoulder of his shirt. “That’s perfect.”
She refused to think about anything but him. The windows were already fogging, but even if they weren’t, the two of them were well-hidden by the darkness at the edges of the parking lot. Even Jamie’s hands, sliding up from the hem of her shirt, couldn’t be seen as they reached her bra and pulled roughly at the cups. “Gimme,” he demanded.
She arched her back. Hard nipples met his fingertips, scraped across the rough skin. A shiver shook her hard.
Jamie pinched lightly at the tips. His hips took up a rocking rhythm that dragged his tight erection against the most sensitive part of her body. A hiss left him.
Iris reached for his belt buckle. It was her turn to demand what she wanted, and his body was it. The leather gave way to her fingers, allowing her to grip the button beneath and twist. A careful tug of the zipper rasped the steel teeth down his body.
“Are you sure, beautiful?” He drew her nipples away from her body, creating a tension that had her sucking in a breath. “I can get you off—we don’t have to do this.”
“Oh yes we do.” She dug beneath the layers of cloth until hot skin met her touch. “We most definitely do.”
One last look around told her the windows were opaque. She rose up on her knees, pulled her panties to one side, and angled his erection toward her opening. The sweet slide of him into her body was everything she wanted and needed at that moment.
Climax took her immediately.
“Fuck!” Jamie went rigid beneath her, his breaths deep and hard as he held himself there for her pleasure. Long moments later, when her contractions eased, he released his death grip on her hips.
Iris collapsed onto his chest. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Oh, we’re not done.”
She lifted her head to search out his gaze in the dark. “No?
The jerk of his head was definitive. “No.” And with gentle touches, hard rubs, nips and licks and kisses, he brought her back up until they were both at the peak, frantically chasing the high they both needed. The touch of Jamie’s thumb against her aching clit set her off; her rhythmic squeezes sent him over the edge.
Breathy laughter filled the car as they both came back to the world. “Not what I expected,” Jamie admitted against her hair, “but I’d do it all over again if someone would let me.”
“Talk to your other half,” Iris murmured, exhaustion closing in. “I think he might have something to say about that.”
“No doubt.” He brushed back her hair and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Let’s go find someplace more comfortable to snuggle.”
