“Me?” I laugh and turn so that my knee is angled against the back of the seat, my other on the floor. It’s the first time he looks my way, down to the darkness between my thighs where my skirt has risen up with the motion, before finally meeting my eyes. “What the hell have I done to you?”
The muscle in his jaw pulses, and his hand flexes on his leg. “You’ve made me want you like I can’t fucking live if I don’t have you.”
And before his last word is finished, his lips are on mine in a kiss that bruises my mouth as much as his love has marked my heart. Unrelenting, unforgiving, and irrevocable.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he murmurs between licks and nips and kisses. “The shit you do to me isn’t legal.”
I chuckle with pride and then gasp when he lowers himself to his knees and buries his face in the V of my thighs. He makes a show of inhaling my panties, and I know damn well how wet I was when he left me earlier. The scent of my arousal is on them. From then. From now.
“Ryk,” I moan when his tongue licks a line up the seam of my panties to press against my clit in a pleasurable pressure.
“You.” He grabs both of my thighs and pulls me down some so I can spread my legs farther apart. “Fucking irresistible.” A flick of his tongue. “Your scent.” An audible inhale. “How wet you are.” The hook of his fingers to pull my panties to the side. “Christ.” His moan as his fingers dip into me. “Your taste.” The heat of his mouth as the barrier is gone and his mouth closes over me. “Goddammit, Vaughn.”
My hands grip in his hair. My hips buck up. My teeth bite into my bottom lip as Ryker takes his time showing me just what it’s like to be pleasured properly.
I lose all sense of my surroundings. The driver up front who can no doubt hear my moans. The people in the cars beyond the tinted windows. The honk of horns from the cars around us.
I lose sense of everything except for the man between my thighs.
When I finally come, when my heart is racing and muscles are tensing and body is awash with so much pleasure that speaking or thinking isn’t an option, Ryker sits back on his knees and watches me. My arousal on his chin glistens from the lights of the passing cars.
But it’s his eyes as I come undone that hold my attention. His fingers are still sliding in and out of me, but it’s his expression, the lust mixed with desperation and paired with love etched in the lines of his face that owns every part of me when I crash over the edge.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs when he leans forward and kisses me as my body still pulses from pleasure.
And when he slips into me, the tires of the car still moving, I can’t help thinking I don’t want it ever to stop.
It’s just him and me together in here.
A world where no one can touch us.
It’s just us.
Two people who can’t seem to stop fighting their way toward each other despite everything trying to hold them back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Vaughn
“Hey there, pretty girl, are you all set?”
Lucy’s smile widens, but then without warning her bottom lip trembles. The sight of it kills me. I lower myself to my knees and run my hand over her hair. “What is it, Lu? What’s wrong?”
“You didn’t come last week.” She fights the tears that well in her eyes and refuses to look at me.
“Oh, Lu. I tried. I was here, but there was something going on, and they wouldn’t let anyone go on outside visits.”
“But you promised. Every Tuesday was our day.”
“I know.” My voice breaks right along with my heart. “But it’s a new week, and while Tuesday is our day, we never just have Tuesday.” I try to sell her on why she shouldn’t be disappointed when I know it won’t work. “I always see you more than that. In sleepovers at the house. In dates to the park. You’re my Lucy-Loo. I need you more than just on Tuesdays.”
I pull her into a hug, hold her tightly against me, and squeeze my eyes, praying this won’t happen again.
“Promise?” Her voice is muffled against my shoulder.