Page 185 of Obsession

“That’s a very interesting comparison, considering you haven’t even seen me yet.”

“I don’t need to because I can feel you pressing into me. I’m actively trying not to think about what would happen if we weren’t wearing pants.”

He bumped his head against the headrest and let out a pained groan, and while I wasn’t expecting that reaction, it was still very interesting.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t need any more images of us doing…”

He continued muttering curses under his breath, then I cried out and pressed myself against his chest.

I was beginning to think the car was connected to his brain because I didn’t see him use his hands, but the car moved in a flash and backed out of the garage. It was not until we were on the road that Harris reached behind my back for the steering wheel. He turned it like a toy and held me with his other arm so that I didn’t hit the door. Fastening the seatbelt in this position was almost impossible.

I looked at him with wide eyes, because for some reason he was panting. He had become even harder and the muscles in his arms flexed. I was sure he was thinking about us… without pants.

I was thinking the same thing.

I breathed heavily, and he bit my lip.

“To answer your question, there’s another reason I brought you here.”

I raised an eyebrow. It was even darker now and I couldn’t see him as well, but I could feel his every move, every flex, every breath. It was possible I wouldn’t get out of this in one piece.

“I’m very curious.”

“After you called me an ‘asshole with a Ferrari’ in your head, do you remember what you said out loud?”

I struggled to remember because I’d said a lot of things then, but only to Jay. His grin made me remember immediately.

“No,” I winced and looked down at where I was sitting. “No,” I repeated as I tried to jump back into my seat, but Harris laughed as he held me, then stepped on the gas.

I cried out and banged my head against his shoulder.

“You said you were dying to sit on the driver’s lap in a car like this, but you’d prefer to sit on the lap of someone who actually knows how to drive.”

I murmured with my lips against his skin as I felt the car speed up. He had memorized every word.

“Who knew that arrogant asshole who didn’t even look at me was actually listening to what I was saying?”

He started laughing.

“I didn’t look at you? By the time you walked away from my car, I had you undressed and in five different positions in my head. And yes, I was able to do that and listen to everything you said. That smart mouth of yours was the first thing that turned me on.”

I pulled back to look at him, because there was too much erotic honesty for me to handle. My thighs began to tremble. The vibrating knot in my stomach quickly built up again, and I licked my lips.

I winced as both of his hands touched my ass and he squeezed, but the car still went flying into the street.

“Harris…” I whispered, trying to turn my head, but he caught my mouth with his and bit my lip. He lunged at me like a snake.

“Okay, I’m sorry for what I said. I was just trying to annoy you; you don’t have to kill us both now to get revenge.”

He smirked over my lips.

“Who said anything about revenge? I just want to offer you something you’re dying to taste.”

He grabbed the steering wheel and turned. We were still in his neighborhood, and I hadn’t seen any cars drive by yet, but that would change soon.

“Actually, what you said didn’t bother me at all, quite the opposite. I imagined what I’d do to you when I caught you, how you’d moan my name in this position, how you’ll sweat in my arms as the needle passed 250 miles per hour.”

I swallowed but couldn’t answer as my moans drowned out all words when Harris pulled down my bra cups and took my breast into his mouth.

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