Learning Curves - By Elyse Mady Page 0,39

lips whose texture and taste she’d tried so unsuccessfully to forget—pressed against the vulnerable curve of her neck. Softly. So softly. She quivered, and his hand brushed against her hair as if to calm her. To quiet her. It simply stoked the fire.

He trailed kisses along her hairline, his fingers massaging her scalp in circles, the pressure a counterpoint to the gentle touch of his lips. She arched her neck, giving him access to the vulnerable pulse point at the base of her throat. He sucked it, drawing it into his mouth, a loud, openmouthed kiss ratcheted her desire even higher.

Her hand was still spread across his thigh, the cotton twill abrading her fingertips. She stretched her hand wide and her pinkie finger brushed against the rock-hard bulge at his groin. He moaned and sucked her earlobe, tracing its shape with his tongue. Her pussy clenched in time to his seduction and she arched into his caress, twisting in the seat until she was on her hands and knees and his mouth had unfettered access to her throat, her jaw, her face.

His hand snaked between her legs, splaying them wide, and he cupped his left hand over her mound, rubbing and teasing through the fabric. She whimpered, desperate for the feel of his fingers inside her, but he wouldn’t cooperate. She rolled her hips, pleading with her body, but he wouldn’t obey. He simply continued to cup her, the palm of his hand massaging and inciting but not satisfying.

She dug her nails deep into his flesh and he gasped.

“Do you want to come in?” he asked as he smoothed and caressed her ass, the weight of his hand both promise and reward. “Because I don’t think I can wait until Saturday to see you again.”

She wanted to be pleasured. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to ride him and watch his face while he split in two, thrusting and panting and hurling her name into the darkness. She wanted to wrap her legs around his face and let him eat her like he had when she spread her legs wide for him on the green room sofa.

They’d been dancing around each other, around their mutual desire, since the moment they met. Tonight at the restaurant had been no exception. She didn’t know what it was about him but he made her wanton and unencumbered. And it felt good.

No, better than good.

It felt great.

She dragged herself onto her haunches and straddled his thighs. She caught her leg on the gearshift and he caught his hand in the seatbelt. It was awkward and ridiculous and glorious. She laughed and reveled in her power, rubbing against his straining flesh, the bite of his zipper against an indescribable counterpoint to the pleasure.

Openmouthed, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. He traced her lips with his, his hands clenched deep in her hair, his cock thrusting against her open thighs rhythmically.

“We need—”

She kissed him again, swallowing his words. She ran her hands along his chest and began working the zipper of his jacket down. Groaning, he tore his mouth free and tried to restrain her hands.

“We need to go…”

“Faster.”

He laughed weakly, then swore as her teeth closed against the smooth column of his neck. She bit down playfully and she could feel his cock surge beneath her, growing harder, larger.

“We need to go inside.”

Leanne raised her head. Her hands rested on his chest, and the fierce counterpoint of his heart beating through his clothes.

“Inside?”

“Because I haven’t done it in a car since I was sixteen.”

“Actually, I’ve never done it in a car.” His eyes widened at her confession.

What was he thinking? This close, she could see the individual flecks of blue in his eyes and she watched as they closed tightly, Brandon muttering furiously under his breath. Was he horrified by her revelation? Rethinking his offer? She had to head him off at the pass and let him know she was more than ready for another night of string-free sex. She didn’t want his pity—her past was her past and she wasn’t making any apologies for it. She just needed to ensure her future took a different path from here on in.

“Wanna help me change that?”

He opened his eyes and she was captured once more by their crystal-blue color.

“It’ll be better inside. Bigger. More room.”

She rubbed her hand along the thick ridge of his erection. “This feels big enough for me.” She slid her hand down across his fly before drawing