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“We have time.” I hesitate, angling my body away from his in an attempt to slow my rapid breathing.
I can’t look at him when he’s like this. With not an ounce of fear, he presses past any obstacle that may be coming between us.
“You don’t get it, do you?” His question is rocky as his manly fingers wrap around my wrist.
“What’s there to get? It’s just sex.”
If I keep telling myself that, maybe it’ll create a softer landing for when I inevitably have to shatter my own heart.
“Nothing with you is just anything. Touching you, feeding you, watching you dance. God, just sharing space with you is everything.”
His praise hits so deep, I can’t seem to stop myself from shifting my body to perfectly to match his. The back-and-forth of my movements matches the feeling in my chest.
“Why me?” I can’t help but ask.
Why’d that night have to be so healing? Why did he have to be on this trip, when he was the only man I’d let myself feel safe with over the last two years? Why did my heart have to long for him when it knows what giving a man power feels like?
Why? Why? Why?
“Can I just show you?”
Surrendering to the fight, I let Jett’s hand trail the waistband of the sweats. His hands dance around my skin, his eyes never leaving mine. Between heavy breaths, Jett waits like a gentleman for another round of my approval.
When I nod a small signal, he allows himself to finally glance at my body. The way he looks at my stomach, or between my legs, is even more exhilarating than when he looks into my eyes. Dusting the top of the fabric, his single digit slides past the band, his long pointer finger trailing to the top of my lace panties.
“You want to do this here?”
“If I wait any longer, I might lose my fucking mind, Sofia baby.”
Inserting his other three fingers, Jett slowly slides my pants over my hips and down past my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
The pale pink of my underwear and the caramel interior of his car create the most erotic-looking scene. So much so, I can’t hold back a moan as I look down at his hand sliding up my exposed flesh. The worry from moments prior dissolves beneath his touch.
“Push the seat all the way back.”
It’s a soft command, yet my fingers are frantic as they find the automated button.
“You know, car sex is never all that satisfying.”
Irritation finds me as I shakily wait for him to make the next move. I hadn’t expected our first time after two years to be in the front seat of a cramped car.
When the seat is all the way back, a small smack to the inside of my thigh startles me out of my bratty stupor.
“What the fu—”
“Don’t ever insult my ability to satisfy you.”
Jett tucks his hand under my bare leg. His strong arm repositions my body so that my head is on the corner, and one of my legs is splayed over the middle console.
“I’m not going to fuck you, but I saved my appetite, so if it’s okay with you, I’d like to enjoy my meal now.”
A shiver ripples through my body as I process his words. Feeling squeamish, I wiggle my hips, making my pelvic bone only a few inches from his chiseled face.
The clench of his jaw is so hard, if he grits any tighter, his bones may shatter.
Before I can form any type of rebuttal—not that I’d stop this anyway—Jett interlocks his thumbs in the sides of my panties and yanks them off in one swoop.
The air in the car immediately slaps my soaked center, causing goosebumps to pebble my skin, and the heated gaze of the man above me to grow darker.
