a child, even if I could give her a family. Someone who would love her and protect her. I’d protect her with my life.
I wonder if this is what Madison meant on the night of the accident? Did she mean I was supposed to put all my anger aside for the sake of Ava? Or some other little girl out there who is just as lost as I am?
The hard edge that’s usually lingering at the edge of his eyes is no longer there. Now it’s replaced by something else entirely. I don’t know why I say it, but the truth continues to fall from my lips.
“And you.”
He frowns. “What about me?”
“You asked what would make me happy.” I shrug. “And I said you.”
Heat flares deep in the depths of his eyes, and then his mouth is on mine, and he’s kissing me. I moan into his mouth, his lips teasing mine open. There’s a softness to his touch, but an urgency in his ministrations, as though he doesn’t know what he wants to do first. I slide my hand across his angular jaw, relishing in the feel of his stubble grazing my hand.
We both pull away, our chests heaving, lust pouring out of our eyes. My skin suddenly feels feverish, tingles erupting across every inch of my skin, just begging for him to kiss me, to touch me, to love me.
“Fuck me. Please,” I beg against his lips. A growl rumbles in his chest. His eyes scour a path of fire across my skin as he searches my face. Seeing what he needs to, he pushes to his feet, taking my hand and leading me through the building. Baz is short with everyone as he says his goodbyes. He lets out a pained groan when he realizes he has to drive us to his luxury condo because he gave Dan the rest of the night off.
Once we’re in his Bentley, I start tearing at his clothes, trying to get him inside me. He sinks his fingers in my hair and drags my mouth to his, kissing me senseless. Suddenly jerking back, with his chest heaving, he meets my gaze, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips.
“Not here.”
He revs the engine, pulling away, but unable to help myself, I start unbuckling his pants, trying to stroke his cock while he drives. My lust is fueling me. I just want him inside me, his skin on mine. Lust and alcohol swirl through my body, fogging my brain. All I want is him.
Baz grits his jaw, his hands tightening on the wheel, as I work his length. He’s warm and thick, and I have the urge to take him in my mouth. As if sensing where my thoughts are headed, his hand suddenly shoots out, stopping me.
He’s right. It’s probably not the greatest idea to suck him off while he’s going ninety on these streets.
“Lift your dress and touch yourself,” he commands, his tone filled with grit. My stomach dips, and I trap my bottom lip between my teeth. I fumble with the material of my dress, tugging my thong down my legs. I keep my gaze fixed on Baz as I spread my legs. He glances down at me, his fingers white-knuckling the wheel as he tries to focus on the road. A jolt of pleasure travels down my spine when I start touching myself. A low growl rumbles in his chest.
“Fuck yourself, Dirty Girl.”
I slide a finger inside myself, and I toss my head back. My eyes slam shut as I imagine it’s his finger. I can picture it so clearly, his strong, hard body hovering over me as he finger-fucks me. Moans spill from my lips. I arch and stretch in the seat, feeling my core clench around my digit, my orgasm looming. The sounds of my wetness echo around us along with my heavy breathing. Or is it Baz’s? I can’t tell.
The car is suddenly jerked hard, and my eyes fly open at the sound of tires screeching. I blink, surprise lighting my features, when I see we’re parked in the condo’s underground car garage. Baz is on me the second the car is turned off. Pushing his seat back, he drags me over the center console, and without warning, he slams me down on his cock.
One hand goes to his shoulder and the other goes to the ceiling for leverage. His hands grip my hips as he guides my movements, rocking me over his cock.