Page 38 of Forbidden Eyes
But that fucking mouth is so tempting. Her body under mine, the feel of her pressed so tightly and her chest heaving breaths in and out, is arousing as fuck.
“Get off me,” she murmurs, as her eyes rise to look at me.
Her pupils are blown and all I can see is darkness and sin. Nothing about her says get off me. They’re screaming the opposite. Her wrists have slackened in my hold, her body relaxing with every passing second. Bowing to my authority. My dominance.
“Is that what you really want me to do, Fia?”
Her mouth opens again, and I crawl my eyes back up to hers for goddamn permission. I want that from her. Want her to tell me, show me. Her dirty brown eyes lock onto me and I can’t find the pools of innocence she’s shown me in the past. Anger and passion blink at me, waiting for me to make a move. “You ask me for it,” I mutter, rubbing my dick into her thigh. Her breath gasps out at the feel of it against her, lips opening and closing with words she can’t find. “Ask me to kiss you.” I move, pushing my dick so I can rub it against her pussy and watch the way her eyes widen.
“We’re in a parking lot,” she splutters out, trying not to squirm.
I smile. I know. And it’s all the more dirty because of it.
My hands ease their hold on her wrists, and I drop them slowly down to the curve of her waist to slide them round to her ass. Two ripe handfuls slip into my grip, ones I could easily lift and dump onto the hood. I could forget who she is. Just enjoy the scent of her as she spreads her legs and tightens them around my back.
“Carter, I…”
Whatever fucking permission I was waiting for gets lost as my mouth closes in on hers. I want a taste. Just one. If I'm going to get killed for letting her in on his secrets, for letting her get kidnapped, then I want to feel her in my mouth before that happens, sense those nerves jittering about with my tongue. She shivers and exhales, eyes flicking between mine and my mouth closing in, and it’s all I can do not to make my hold so fierce she squeals. One breath away, two, all the time feeling her tremble and quiver in my arms like a new, unbroken thing.
Fuck.
She tastes like strawberries and sin, soft, plump lips shaking as I slowly devour her mouth. My body pushes in harder, smothering her as I get carried away with the moment and my dick keeps rubbing against her. She gasps and stutters, as if she’s never kissed anyone before, and that just winds me into a fucking frenzy, desperate to taste more, to feel more.
I lift her ass and dump her on the hood. The movement makes her break away from me and pant, giving me a chance to glance down at heaving breasts pushing from the top of her dress. My damned lips drop to them, arms pulling her body down the hood to rest on my dick again.
“Carter, I can’t. . .”
No, I don’t suppose she can, but that isn’t going to stop me from taking a taste of everything I want in this time we have. My dick continues to rub against her, enthused by her breathy little moans and groans, and I lick across her chest, desperate to grab a nipple and suck on it. I’d drop to my knees, push this dress out of the way, and get my tongue up inside her if I wasn’t so interested in kissing her mouth again.
“Please, Carter.”
I look up and watch as she starts grinding down onto me delicately, hands barely touching my shoulders because of what she’s doing.
“Hold onto me. Make yourself come, Fia.”
The gasp that comes out of her is exquisite, and it turns my dick to steel. One scrap of material and I’d be inside her, buried deep and fucking her like she’s never been fucked before. The least I’m getting for my attempt at chivalry is the sensation of feeling her come. I might not be inside her, but a few more minutes and she’s going to explode. I bite gently back up her chest, neck, earlobe, savouring every morsel of flesh, all the time pulling on her ass to give her more traction on my dick through these pants.
Fucking suit. I want a bed. A room. Anything but this parking lot where I can’t rip this goddamn dress from her skin.
“Please,” she mewls, her fingers grasping onto my suit jacket.
My mouth covers hers again to contain the voice that’s starting to build in her. If she wants to beg me, she can do it with her body, use it to bring herself off while I drive my tongue in and think about fucking her. I can see it now, feel it through my body. Delicate bones, silky skin ripe for marking and enjoying. My dick aches with the thought, and her shifting against it in gentle little moves, rubbing in all the right places, is making the thought of the end result all the fucking sweeter.
Everything fucking stalls in my hold. Her ass, her pussy on me, even her mouth stops kissing. I break away slowly, feeling the vibrations from her all over me. It’s hypnotic, and I can’t help but look up and watch her face as she comes. Mouth open, eyes hard and focused on mine, breath panting in and out quietly. We just look at each other, my mind a million miles away from the parking lot, and my hands still grasp her ass like I’m never letting go.
My dick keeps grinding against her core, wishing it could get inside and flood her with my own orgasm. So close. Too close. She'd let me, too. I can tell by the way her trembling thighs still grip me, by the look of sin travelling over every inch of her skin.
No.
A dose of cold reality chills me as I stand and watch her coming down from the high I gave her. No fucking. That's a step too far.
As if this wasn't a step off the goddamned cliff already.
I go to move away, shaking my head. Stupid. Fucking idiotic. Of all the women on the planet to go near, she isn’t the one, but she sinks her nails into my shoulders to hold me still, legs clamping around me.
“No, you don’t get to move after that,” she says quietly.
A slow grin spreads over my face. Fuck knows why. I should be telling her how stupid she’s just been. Showing her that this was a mistake, that no one goes near someone like her, but those words out of her mouth and I’m hovering like a school kid waiting for a compliment.