have to spend with someone that matters. Maybe who you spend it with and what you do with the time you have is what counts more than anything.
When Cade leads me towards a waiting limo, my entire body becomes alive with anticipation. All night, ever since I opened the door to him, he’s been stoking the already blazing fire that’s always sizzled between us.
The moment he closes the car door behind us, the energy pulsating around the vehicle threatens to engulf me, and I know that tonight is gonna rock my world if the orgasm—or orgasms—I have coming my way don’t kill me first.
“I’ve always had this fantasy,” he says as the limo pulls away from the curb.
“Hmm?” I hum, struggling to sit still on the leather seat. I turn towards him, lacing my fingers with his and looking up at him.
He moves our hands to my lap, his fingertips brushing the inside of my knee, and never have I been more thankful to wear a dress with a mid-thigh split. My eyes drop to his arm and watch the achingly slow rise of his hand as he draws soft circles against my skin, inching our way beneath the fabric. He lets go of me and I hold my breath, thinking he’s going to stop. Then he puts his palm back on top of my hand, directing me like a marionette and guiding our fingers higher . . .
“I never got to make full use of the limo on prom night,” he says, and my head snaps up.
“Really?” I ask, my high-pitched voice not hiding my surprise.
“Nope,” he replies with an easy grin. “The girl was my sister’s friend, and she wasn’t about to let a dorky geek be her first.” He presses down, digging my nails into the soft skin of my inner thigh and causing my lids to grow heavy with the deep hunger his touch evokes.
“Most guys hope to get laid on prom night.” I widen my legs to give him—and by design, me—better access. I drop my cheek to his shoulder, lifting my chin to rest my lips against his rough jaw.
“Wanna fool around then?” I ask, knowing full well that we’re going to do a lot more than make out. Maybe not on the way home, but it’ll definitely give me more of what I’ve been craving all night. Being with Cade but not able to be with him was a new experience, but the longer the night went on, the more comfortable and ‘normal’ it seemed. Like this wasn’t a fake relationship or a mother-buffer assignment. It was like this could be a real thing, two adults who had a one-night stand and found there was more between them.
“Nobody’s going to be fooled when they hear you scream as you make yourself come.”
All I can think is I hope the seat is waterproof, because there’s no way in hell my dress is gonna control the flood when the dam breaks.
“You were fucking magnificent tonight. You had everyone eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“Even you?” I ask, murmuring the words against his jaw, relishing the feel of my hand—getting ever-so-close to the point of no return between my legs.
“You’ve had me at your bidding since the moment our eyes met at the bar.”
Ovaries, boom! “Are you at my bidding now?” I ask roughly, nipping his jaw before placing a wet, openmouthed kiss in the same spot.
He gives one final push. My fingers spasm against his the moment they reach my bare pussy, a discovery I’ve been waiting for him to find all night. Wanting him to feel everything he’s doing to me for himself.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his journey moving into hyper drive as he strokes up and down before sinking two talented fingers deep inside me. “I love how ready you always are for me.”
He nips my earlobe and sucks the stinging skin between his lips. My hand shoots out and grips his leg, my nails biting into the skin through his suit pants. He growls deliciously against my neck as he grazes his teeth down the sensitive skin, and my husky moan vibrates through me.
I cup his jaw, holding him in place as I whimper and moan, my hips rocking back and forth in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
When his head lifts up I move, needing more from him and needing it now, and twist my body over his, swinging my leg across his lap until I’m