Page 16 of Whispers on the Mountain

Who I've already encountered today and would prefer not have bashing my skull in for kidnapping his sister.

My own seat belt unbuckles and I twist toward her.

"I do want you, Zephyr. Since the moment I saw you, I knew you were the only woman who will ever own my heart. But you are young and you have no idea what lies ahead for you between the age you are now and mine. I cannot have you. Once I do, I will want you forever."

"Are you going to kidnap me from every date I go on? Because I'm not going to play the 'I won't touch her but neither will anyone else' game. I'm not going to die a virgin because the man I want is too chicken-shit to take me, August."

Her challenge is not lost on me and it proves to be my undoing.

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ZEPHYR

I'm still mad at him. Even as I'm caught in his arms and pulled across the center console. Even when my lips are crushed to his, and his tongue slips against mine. Even when his hand arranges my thigh over his lap and the hem of my dress is pushed up above my hips.

When August's hands slide forward from my back until his thumbs flicker over my nipples, I'm still pretty pissed off at him.

Bra unhooked? Still mad.

Breasts kneaded in his strong hands while his mouth devours each nipple?

Pretty sure I'm still mad, I just don't exactly remember why anymore.

It's not until one of August's hands slips between my thighs, moving my panties to the side so he can slip one of those sinfully long fingers inside me that I forgive him.

Second finger? I was never mad.

My hands scramble over his shoulders, my fingers clutching in the soft fabric of the button-down shirt he's wearing. My head brushes the ceiling of the car, reminding me where we are.

"Fiore mio, come for me, baby."

Insistent fingers stroke me from inside, finding a spot that has my feet threatening to cramp as my toes try to curl in my heels.

"Yes." August purrs between my breasts as he keeps a steady pace, adding pressure to my clit with his thumb as I ride his hand, my cheek pressed hard to the back of his head as we curl against each other in the cramped space. "That's it, Zephyr...baby...let me feel your tight little pussy coming for me...begging for my cock to be inside you next..."

Honestly, I'm not sure if August can still breathe. I have my hands wrapped so tightly around his head that I'm probably smothering him in my cleavage.

I'm pretty sure he's still alive because he hasn't stopped the delicious way he's moving his hand, even when I come so hard that I must nearly break his wrist where it's trapped between us.

Soft swears in Italian are mumbled against my breasts between kisses and light nips before August withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.

"Fuck." His eyes roll back and then onto mine in the moonlight coming through the sunroof above us.

His hand paws blindly at the door to our side and then the latch releases and the door swings open.

"Time to get out, fiore," he whispers hoarsely as he fixes my dress back to cover my breasts and moves to help me onto the ground without tripping in the heels.

Oh, right. I remember how to be mad at him again.

"If you think you're--"

"Shh--" his hand reaches to get my clutch from the seat beside him and he already has one long leg on the ground as he moves toward me, "--I'm coming with you."

Augustus unfolds his lean form from behind the steering wheel, wrapping one arm around my shoulders with a possessive grip as if he's suddenly afraid I might actually make a run for the house and leave him hard and wanting in my driveway.

Not. A. Chance.

We move as one, making space for him to shut the car door softly before climbing the steps to my front door where he stands without loosening his grip while I fish the key from my purse and open the door.

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