talk about hockey. And who gives a shit what your friends think.” I suck her nipple between my lips.
“I do. I care what my friends think.”
“Then you should stop.”
My mouth conquers hers in a blistering kiss that robs me of sanity. I flip her over, and now I’m on top of her, grinding my lower body against her. The backseat doesn’t offer room to maneuver, but I don’t need much. With my lips pressed tight to hers, I undo the button of her jeans and pull them down along with her panties, low enough that I can access the warm paradise between her legs.
She whimpers when I drag the pad of my thumb over her swollen clit. “That feels good.”
“Yeah?” I say thickly.
“Oh yeah.”
I keep rubbing, teasing, exploring. I skim my fingertips down to her opening and find her impossibly wet. Jesus. I want to be inside her more than I want my next breath. I practically weep at the knowledge that I can’t be in there tonight. I dip my fingers in all that sweet moisture and then use it to rub slow circles over her clit.
Her hips start rocking. I prop up on one elbow, watching her expression go hazier and hazier as I play with her pussy. “I like having you like this,” I whisper. “On your back. Legs spread.” I kiss her again, and she sucks hard on my tongue, summoning a low groan from me.
“This is such a bad idea,” she whispers back.
“Then tell me to stop.”
“No.”
“No what?”
Brenna pushes her pussy into my hand. “Don’t stop.”
I chuckle against her shoulder before dipping my head so I can suck and lick her nipples again.
She lets out a breathy moan. “Don’t ever stop.”
I smile. I distinctly remember her telling me not so long ago that she would never, ever hook up with me. And now here we are, fooling around in the backseat of a car, her pussy mine to discover. My finger slides inside her and—
“Oh my fucking God,” I choke out. My head pops up from her tits. “You’re so tight.” I wonder if it’s because she hardly ever fucks, or maybe I’m making assumptions about that. Just because she didn’t sleep with McCarthy doesn’t mean she hasn’t recently slept with someone else. She said she was picky, not celibate.
I find myself praying to a higher power that I make the cut. Maybe not tonight, but tomorrow, next week, a year from now. I’ll take whatever I can get. That’s how badly I want her.
I add a second finger and she clamps even tighter around me. There’s hardly any room for two fingers. Two, for chrissake. While my thumb tends to her clit, I push my fingers in and out in a lazy rhythm. Brenna’s eyelids go heavy, her breathing labored. I aimlessly rub the rock in my pants against her thigh as I finger her.
“I want you to kiss me.” She yanks my head down, her fingers running through my hair as her tongue finds mine.
The kiss is urgent, sloppy. She’s practically riding my fingers, making the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard. I come up for air. “Are you going to come for me?”
Her mumbled response is unintelligible.
I chuckle. My hand keeps working her. My fingers are soaked. I push them deeper inside her, then withdraw and curl them right near her opening, stroking hard.
“Oh my God,” she squeezes out.
Her orgasm ripples around my fingers, and I feel it travel up her slender body in a wave of shivers. She releases a sigh, from her lips to mine. I swallow the breathy sound with a kiss, and ease the pressure on her clit, slow the thrust of my fingers, letting her come down from the high.
Her eyelids finally flutter open and she smiles at me.
“Good?” I murmur.
“So good,” she murmurs back. She sighs again and curls toward me, burrowing her cheek in my neck.
“Holy shit, you like to snuggle after sex,” I accuse.
“I do not.” The denial is muffled against my chest.
“You totally do.”
She nips at my throat. “Don’t tell anyone.”
“Why? Afraid it’s going to ruin your reputation?”
“Yes. I’m a bad girl, Jakey. I don’t do things like snuggle.”
“Why not? Snuggling is awesome.” I thread my fingers through her silky hair. Downstairs, I’m still throbbing and it’s not something that either of us can really ignore.
Brenna lifts her head, a devilish glint in her eyes. “You and this boner, dude.”
She slips a hand between our bodies and places it directly over my package. I