Page 60 of His Curvy Distraction

I was frantic, needing him like I needed the heat in his car.

The storm continued outside, raging along with my emotions. I’d never dared to fool around in a car before. My high school best friend lost her virginity in a car and tried to tell me how awesome it was. Maybe it was the thirteen years since high school, but I could not imagine having sex in a car would be so great.

“What are you thinking about?” Omar whispered.

“Car sex,” I admitted.

His cock twitched against me.

“People did it all the time in high school. How was that a good idea?”

He chuckled. “Youth makes us foolish and flexible.”

“That’s true. I wasn’t trying to ruin the moment.”

“You didn’t. I want to know what you’re thinking. I asked.”

“Because I was distracted.”

“I’ve been distracted since we met, Natalie.”

I grinned, finding his simple confession tingle-inducing. And this time, there was no phone ringing. “It’s a good thing that photographer can’t get a picture of this. The two of us in another compromising position.”

“Worth it,” he whispered.

I smoothed my hands down his arms, enjoying the twitch of his muscles and the way his cock responded in kind. I caught his hand, threading our fingers together and bringing them to my lips.

He thrust against me, a moan escaping my lips. My eyes fluttered close and the months of resisting him fell away.

“Natalie?”

“Please,” I whispered.

“Hold on to me,” he said, putting my hands on his shoulders.

I gripped his shoulders and trembled when he cupped my hips and brought me into contact with him.

His jaw tightened. His fingers dug into my hips. Determination set in his eyes, and he took me on a ride.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to come through our clothes, but Omar was not giving up. He shifted his position to find what worked for me. He licked my bare skin when I got close to him. And when my bra strap fell off my shoulder, he yanked one cup down and brought my bare breast to his mouth as an offering.

And sent me soaring.

“Omar,” I gasped, the first waves crashing over me with my nipple pinched between his lips.

He bit harder, sending a bolt through me and everything in me shook.

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted, losing myself to the pleasure I’d been chasing for months. I didn’t allow myself to think of him when I was alone, but I was. I always was.

“Fuck, Natalie,” he growled, twitching beneath me.

“Did you?”

He shook his head. “Almost, but no.”

“Do you?—?”

“One day, but not today. That car sex you were just talking about wouldn’t be any easier if you were on your knees. But damn, that’s an image I’ll want to hold on to forever.”

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