Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,60

her closer, my fingers digging into her firm ass. Then I went lower, finding the edges of her ridiculously distracting shorts.

The console blocked me from getting any closer or deeper. The heat of her and the sun streaming through the car ratcheted up the need to get inside her. Ever since that first night—God, was it just last night?—I never wanted to be anywhere else.

Her fingers fisted my hair, and that little bite of pain unleashed all the pent-up aggravation of the day. The danger around Zane, what could have happened to her, the knowledge that someone actually wanted to hurt the people in my life—all of it needed a release.

I hauled her over the console and hit the lever on my seat until I was stretched out and she was straddled over me.

“We can’t,” she whispered against my mouth, but she still went back for more. Her teeth scraped down my jaw to my neck. “I have neighbors.” She groaned. “Cole.”

“Don’t fucking sigh some other dude’s name into my skin.”

She lifted her head, a smirk growing. “So possessive.” She nipped my lower lip. “I shouldn’t like it and yet.” She laughed into the kiss as she ground against my zipper. “It makes me crazy.”

I groaned and lifted my hips to get her closer. “I like you crazy.” I caught the back of her neck and with my other hand, the small of her back. “Can you come like this? Ride me?”

Her bluebell eyes weren’t tear-filled now. They were bright with challenge. “What about you? Think you can spend the next few hours with blue balls?”

I shook my head no. “Yes.”

She laughed and tried to climb off.

“Where are you going?”

“To go deal with my house.”

I nosed my way over the well worn Foo Fighters shirt that she’d cinched at her hip. My shirt. I couldn’t even be mad at the boob prints she’d made because that shirt would always be hers now. It was perfectly tight against her seriously magnificent breasts.

I tugged at her distended nipple with my teeth, careful not to make a wet spot on the dark green. “Come for me first.” I lifted the hem of her shirt and ground her against me. “I like those breathy sounds you make just before you go over.”

“God, Cooper.”

“Like that.” I smiled and ducked my head to get to her belly. So smooth and soft.

She arched up and I reached her ribs.

“More.” I scraped my chin over her pale freckles, leaving a stripe of pink. I slid my hand down from her neck, over her breast to the shirt to push it up farther and dumped her full breast out of her bra into my waiting mouth. Heated silk. I stared up at her as I gently pulled and palmed her ass to ground her down on my cock. “Use me,” I said against her flesh.

“No, I—”

I sucked harder, and she cried out. Our breath steamed up the car as her hips finally moved. She was so small and seemed so fragile, but the reality was so different. Now she was strong and sure as she took from me. As she accepted all the pleasure as if it was her due now that I’d demanded it.

I moved to her other breast, flicking the cup of her cotton bra out of my way to feast on her. I’d do this daily if she let me. And if I had my way, it would be daily. For life. Every minute of every day, I’d make sure she knew how much I wanted her.

The friction was starting to burn, but I didn’t care. She could rub off my skin at this point. I wanted to hear that little hiccuping moan. The one that came before my name.

I tugged on her nipple, knowing she needed a little more. My mouth went to the fluttering pulse at her neck, already dotted with sweat. “What do you need, babe?”

“I… God, I’m so close.”

“I know.” I went for her mouth, slipping inside to tangle with her tongue. Rubbing against it like I wished I could inside her sweet pussy.

I’d had my mouth all over her last night. I was still learning her, and I’d make it my master class to find out every way to make her come.

I slid my hand from her lower back to the slick heat at the edges of her shorts. “So wet for me. I could make you climb on my face right now. Ride over my tongue so I could suck