As she rolls her eyes, my jaw twitches. I pull off her skirt and place it next to her boots. And then my attention is back on her.
“Sit up,” I tell her.
There’s a flicker in her eyes, like she wants to mouth off and push back, but she obeys anyway, shifting closer.
Damn, she’s perfect for me.
I climb in after her and slam the door shut, the noise of the bar disappearing instantly. Just leather seats. And Lola’s intoxicating scent filling the cab. I don’t waste another second. I haul her onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine, her breath catching as our bodies collide again.
“Unbuckle my belt,” I order quietly.
Her fingers fumble, just a little, and I brush curls away from her flushed cheek, cupping her face.
She pauses, looking up at me. “Good girl.”
Her cheeks bloom a deeper red, and I grin before pulling her into another kiss. God, I can’t stop kissing her. My hand slides down, gripping her ass before shifting her so she’s grinding against my thigh instead.
A soft moan escapes her, and her hips start moving instinctively.
“You’re already worked up and we ain’t even started, baby,” I murmur against her lips.
She huffs, breathless. “I’m ovulating. That proves nothing.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest. Christ, I like that sass. Even if I do want to bend her over my knee and spank it out of her.
“Alright then,” I mutter.
Her hips keep rolling, chasing the friction, little gasps spilling from her lips as she clings to my shoulders.
“You’re gonna come just ridin’ my thigh, firefly,” I murmur, not asking. I’m telling her exactly what I need from her.
“Uh-huh,” she breathes.
Her head tips back as I kiss along her neck, and the sounds she makes damn near undo me. Her body starts trembling against mine, and I crash my mouth back over hers as pleasure steals her breath.
She clutches me through it, nails digging into my shoulders, and I hold her there, watching the way her face softens, the way she melts in my arms.
Most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes flutter open a few seconds later.
“You needed to get that one outta the way,” I tell her, brushing my thumb along her cheek.
Her gaze drops, widening slightly at the mess she’s made on my jeans, and I chuckle. That right there is an honor. “You made a mess on me, darlin’. And that’s fine. I want a whole lot more outta you .”
She swallows, desire flashing again in her eyes as she shifts closer, already chasing that feeling again.
I dip my hand lower, and she lets out a tiny gasp as I slide two fingers inside of her.
“So fuckin’ tight, firefly.”
“P-please, Hunter. More.”
A growl escapes me, and I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot. “Another one,” I order.
I hold her in place with one hand and finger fuck her, making her soak my palm. “You’re such a good girl, Lola. Drippin’ all over my hand.”
She spreads her legs wider, and I grin, running my tongue along her collarbone. Her little white top that does up with lace in the middle gives me perfect access to run my mouth down between her breasts.