keeping me from getting as close to him as I want, keeping him from getting as close to me as I need.
As if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, Ares slides his hand under my arm and lifts, pulling me over. Thankfully, the SUV interior is roomy, and with his help I crawl over. With the steering wheel at my back, I straddle Ares’s thighs, never breaking the kiss.
Having him under me changes the dynamic of our kiss. I’ve never been the one to dominate a kiss with him before, he’s always the one in control. With the roles reversed, I place my hands on his wide shoulders, and my hands trace over the thick muscles that lead up to his neck. Lowering myself onto his lap, Ares makes a low groaning noise. His hands tighten around my waist as he drags me even closer. My breath leaves in a heavy pant as our chests fuse together. There isn’t an inch of space between us, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
My nose brushes against his as he tilts his head trying to deepen the kiss. I can already feel his hand traveling up my back, and I know right where it will land. Ares’s palm settles on the back of my neck, his fingers tilting my head so he can hold me in place. Slitting my eyes open when Ares moves his lips down my neck, I see his inky lashes fanned over his cheeks and the tip of his tongue as he delivers a lazy lick up the side of my throat. I tilt my head back to give him better access, but I catch a glimpse of our surroundings.
We’re sitting the driveway, a few steps from the side door where anyone could walk out at any moment. “Ares.” My voice cuts through the fog and I curl myself against him. His hips lift from the seat as he grinds up against me. “Ares.” His name is a breathy plea, but I’m not sure if I’m trying to get his attention or beg him to continue.
He hums a response, his mouth still on the side of my neck. He’s not showing any sign he cares where we are or who might find us. “We should probably go in.” I can’t dampen the pout from my voice.
He groans again, but not the one I like—the sound that makes my toes curl. No, this one is born of disappointment. Ares’s forehead hits my collarbone, and I run my hands through his hair, enjoying the feeling of him clinging to me.
“Give me a minute.” His voice is gravelly as his hands go to my hips, and he squeezes me, halting my movements.
Scooting back a few inches, my lower back hits the steering wheel. “Sorry.” I wince, because I told him we needed to stop, but my body had other ideas.
Ares peers up at me, the darkness receding from his eyes, shrinking back down to dilated pupils. “Why are you sorry?”
Pursing my lips, I widen my eyes then glance down at his groin where his erection is still obvious between us. “Um, I know that getting excited and not, um… uh… finishing can be painful?” It definitely comes out more like a question. I’ve heard more than my share of guys complaining about girls who are teases and the effects of blue balls.
Ares traces his thumb under my eye, and then over my cheek. “Cara, there aren’t, nor will there ever be, any expectations between us. No matter how far we go, or have gone, you can always tell me to stop. There isn’t a point where there’s no turning back.” Ares pauses; he’s looking at me with an intensity I don’t quite understand. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I lift my shoulders. “That you’re okay making out?” Ares is older than the other guys, and I know he has experience with sex, everything about him oozes sensuality. If I’m being honest, it’s part of the reason I’m more comfortable being with more than one of them at a time. There’s a comfort knowing none of them will try anything with the others around.
Ares clears his throat. “Yes, I’m absolutely fine making out, but it’s more than that. My reactions to you are my own; you’re not responsible for sating me.” I bite my bottom lip, this is the first time I’ve had any conversation about sex, and it’s a little awkward.
Ares's eyes close slowly, and when he blinks them open,