I concentrated on the here and now, on us, in a bubble, traveling back south on Highway 101. Only the headlights and the illumination of the dashboard dared to lessen the dark security that surrounded us.
“Charli?”
I turned my mindless gaze from the star-blanketed ocean toward Nox. “What? I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.”
He reached for my thigh, skillfully moving the hem of my dress upward. “I asked if you enjoyed the restaurant.”
Enjoyed?
“Dinner was delicious.”
“The atmosphere?”
I bit my lip. “It was beautiful and so was the pier.”
“Then why do you seem…” He hesitated. “…unfulfilled?”
Because I’m freak’n aroused and you’ve done nothing but tease me.
“I’m not.”
A small gasp escaped my lips and my body twitched as Nox’s hand moved higher, nearing my core. “You’re not?” He quickly turned my direction and back to the road. By the glow of the dashboard and oncoming headlights I saw the accusing stare as his lids narrowed. “Do you know what happens when you break my rules?”
I’m not sure I could think about that. Would the answer push my limit?
My pulse quickened. “I’m not breaking your rules. I’ve done everything you said.”
“So you were just truthful? You’re not horny? You don’t want relief?”
My eyes widened. Shit! “I didn’t say that. I do.”
He flipped my skirt higher. “Then do it.”
I shifted in the seat, my untethered hair blowing around my face. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’ve never pleasured yourself?”
“I have. But…”
“But what?” he asked.
I sat straighter. “Isn’t that your job, to pleasure me?”
“It is. And I will. Like I said, I want to be sure you’re ready.”
“Shit, Nox,” I practically spit the words out before I gave them any thought. “I’m ready. I am.”
“Put those fancy shoes I carried up and down the pier on the dash.”
I contemplated his demand. On the dash? Does he mean while I’m still wearing them?
“Don’t make me keep repeating myself. I don’t like to repeat myself. Put your shoes on the dash and lay your seat back. Not all the way.”
Shit! He does mean while I’m still wearing them.
“Nox?”
“My night. Have I surpassed your limit?”
I didn’t answer, not verbally. My tummy fluttered as I found the button and reclined the seat.
“That’s enough. I want to be able to see everything, including your beautiful face.”
I released the button and one by one put my feet on the dashboard. The position gave me the sensation of a gynecological appointment. That was, until the velvet voice began.
While expertly steering us toward Del Mar, Nox’s commands choreographed my every move. Step by step, he verbally moved me, to his optimum viewing pleasure, and to the promise of my relief. By the time he was satisfied with my positioning, my dress was bunched around my waist, my knees were awkwardly spread to the side, and my fingers were working feverishly. It wasn’t like I’d never done this; however, I’d never done it with an audience.
“Don’t think about it.”
My fingers stilled.
“Charli, don’t stop and don’t think—feel and listen. Listen to me.”
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the rush of wind around the car, the rumbling timbre of Nox’s tone, and the tension building inside of me. “Listen to me.” His voice dominated my thoughts. “Don’t stop. Think about the sound of my voice and the touch of my hand. Imagine it’s me working that beautiful pussy. Pretend it’s me: my fingers, tongue, and cock.”
My fingers moved in circles, small and slow, sliding my essence across my core. Faster and faster they worked, concentrating on my sensitive nub. A moan echoed through the night as the passing cars and trucks disappeared and my back arched.
“That’s it. I’m going to be the one doing what you’re doing. But first, beautiful, you need some relief.”
I plunged in one finger, then two, as I shifted my weight to my shoulders and sucked my lip.
“Oh that’s it. You’re close, aren’t you?”
I am. I’m so freak’n close.
I tried to respond, but when my answer emerged more as sounds than words, I merely nodded.
“Stop.”
What the hell?
I heard his command, but my orgasm was too close. My fingers had a mind of their own.
“Stop.” He seized my hand and pulling it toward him, sucked the evidence of my pleasure from my fingers. “Put your seat up. We have a stop.”
Stop? I couldn’t comprehend.
“Put your feet down and adjust your skirt.”
The dark, isolated world inside the Boxster turned bright as the tires bounced, and Nox turned the car off the main highway. We were at a gas station. The car needed gas? You had to