Page 70 of See It Through

He’d said I was on fire when I was dancing, then he’d thrown gas on my blaze. Now, I was an inferno. Desperate for him. No way I could make it home. Not without finding the relief I knew he’d give me.

Remi’s thumb hooked my panties, pulling them aside. I held his length in my fist, rubbing my aching clit against it—back and forth. His fingers tightened on my hips, and he grunted. It was the sound I longed to hear from him, pushing me over. Rising on my knees, I guided him to my entrance and sunk all the way down until my ass met his thighs.

We were alone in the dark, our panting breaths and distant sound of the highway to keep us company. His features were only hinted at by the pale light of the moon finding its way in through the windows, but his eyes were shiny and locked on mine.

“Remi,” I whispered, unwilling to break the quiet spell. “I need you.”

“I’m here,” he murmured. “Need you too, sweetheart.”

I clung to him, my arms tight around his shoulders, my face buried in his neck. I rode him, hard little pumps, slamming myself down again and again. His wide palms slid up and down my back, one gripping my nape, the other on my bottom. He kneaded my flesh, venturing between my cheeks to touch where we were joined, then higher, teasing my other opening with his index finger.

A sharp cry wrenched from deep within me when he breached me there, his fingertip pressing on sensitive nerves. If I thought he’d do it in this setting—unprepared, on the side of the road—I would have begged him to take my ass too. It wasn’t something I’d ever wanted, but I was wild for this man. He made me want him in every way.

“Remi,” I panted against his throat. “I’m going to come, baby. That feels so good.”

“Let me feel it.” He slammed me down on his cock as he arched into me. “Give it to me, Hannah.”

Sharp, colorful pleasure racked my body. Trembles emanated from my belly, spreading along my limbs until I was shaking all over. Remi held me tight, his upward pumps shorter, faster, hitting a spot that made my eyes roll and my brain go blank.

I came hard, my inner walls clenching around his length. Remi rode me through it, moving me when my bones became too melty and my muscles gave out.

He leaned me against the steering wheel and took my hips in his hands. It was too dark to see much, but he was watching us come together and slide apart, lip caught between his teeth, tendons stark in his neck.

My belly tightened once more, pressure returning, building. He was too beautiful, too fierce in his desire for me, too determined to fuck me deep and raw. I couldn’t help myself. Pleasure raced through me, embarking from my mind and pussy at the same time, meeting in a fiery collision at my center. I was set off, crying, scraping my nails along his sinewy forearms, grinding down on him, taking him as deep as he would fit.

“Mouth, Hannah.” He gathered me close, cupping the back of my head. “Want your mouth on me when I come inside you.”

“Okay,” I breathed.

I planted my lips on his. It wasn’t so much a kiss as it was an exchange of breath. Panting back and forth, his lungs filling mine and giving it back.

Remi grunted, vibrating my lips as he bucked into me in wild, short, frenzied strokes. Then he went still, his fingers digging into my ass, tangled in my hair. My insides were coated with heat, filling me and overflowing.

“Yes,” he murmured into my mouth. “Yes, Hannah. So good.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, rolling my forehead along his. “So good.”

I was messy and wet, a little sore too, but my body was sated, and my mind was satisfied. Remi kissed along my collarbone and held me sweetly. He seemed in no rush to put me back in my seat, and I wasn’t eager to go.

I turned my face into his hair, inhaling the sweat and sun from his skin. Vine-like tendrils reached from my heart, threatening to twine around his. Alarm bells should have been ringing in my head, but I was too relaxed to notice if they were.

Remi broke me from my treacherous thoughts. “I don’t want to say it, but we need to get back on the road, sweetheart.”

“We do.” I nodded lazily. “That means I’m going to need to climb off you.”

“Probably, yeah.”

Remi helped me back into my seat and offered me a few tissues to clean up. We’d stopped using condoms after the first time, mutually agreeing we didn’t need them since neither of us was sleeping with anyone else and I had birth control covered. And while I liked having him bare in me, I could have done without the mess he left behind. But Remi was a gentleman. He’d noticed I had a sensory issue with squishiness between my thighs and always wiped it away for me.

“Sweet man.” I grinned at him as I cleaned up what I could.

He tugged a chunk of my hair. “Don’t ever say I didn’t do anything for you.”

“I would never.”

Silence descended once we were driving again. Flashes of tonight’s events—coming upon Watt talking to Remi, hearing a snippet of what he’d had to say about me—tumbled around my head. I hated that Remi had to meet him, let alone speak to him. And god, did I hate Watt. I wished he’d never flashed his cheesy smile at me. I’d always been a sucker for a cowboy, and as awful as I now knew Watt was, he was the physical embodiment of my type.

I had terrible taste in men. The more volatile, the more my brain wanted to latch on and never let go. My attraction to Remi was an anomaly. Then again, he wasn’t exactly a safe bet. Sure, he was calm and collected, but he was a rolling stone. There was not a chance he’d stick around long term, and I was deeply rooted in this town.