My inner walls flutter and contract around him.
“Fuck, Jessica.” My name from his lips makes me feel impossibly hot and impossibly soft at the same time.
We move together, riding out the sensations of the perfect way our bodies connect, our lips clinging, moaning into each other.
Finally, I collapse, falling against him in a heap.
His panting breath matches the frantic beat of my heart rushing in my ears. I hide my face in the crook of his neck as our breathing begins to slow.
Boneless satisfaction has my muscles relaxing into heaviness.
I might never move again. I suck in the scent of him, and it sends a flutter through me that he obviously feels from his soft moan.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “That was humiliating.”
He laughs. “Yet look how hard you came.”
“You have a magical cock.” My lips twitch against his damp skin as he laughs again. The sound brings me a different kind of pleasure, one of satisfaction at making him happy.
Which is ridiculous. This isn’t me at all.
I close my eyes and soften against him.
I’ll rest for a bit then pull it together.
He traces a path along my spine with his fingers, sending tingles sparking across my skin. My voice is thick with laziness. “That feels so good.”
There’s a slight stilling before he pulls me closer and resumes his slow crawl. “You feel good.”
I nuzzle his throat, soaking in his scent, like it’s a special pheromone designed just for me.
Oh my god.
He’s turning me into a girl. I hate it. No one can ever find out, or I’ll never live it down. I sigh, long and deep.
“What was that for?”
“I’m sorry I made a mess of things.” My voice is muffled as I burrow deeper into the crook of his neck.
He kisses the top of my head. “You can’t help being a scene-stealer. That’s just your way.”
“You don’t even know me.” I rub my cheek against his stubble.
How had I missed him? What is wrong with me?
“I know enough.”
It’s true. Charlie Radcliffe seems to understand something about me I don’t have words for. Something I’m not sure I understand myself.
I lift, planting my hands on his broad chest. “You drive me crazy.”
The woman I am when I’m not with Charlie is standing in the background, appalled at the things I’m confessing. But the woman in this car wants nothing more than to invite him in.
His hand falls to the curve of my ass. “I haven’t fucked in the back seat of a car since I was seventeen.”
I flash him a smile full of mischief. “Oh yeah? It’s only been a couple weeks for me.”
He laughs, making him devastatingly gorgeous. “You are such a brat.”