Page 44 of Trouble Walked In

She pulled his face closer, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.”

“I’ve wanted it longer than that, but I’d given up hope. I thought you hated me.” His smile made her insides turn liquid.

She shook her head. “I never hated you. I was mad at you.”

He tilted his head. “So we done, then?”

“Not even close.”

Her usual tight control lifted, leaving raw desire to pilot her body. She wanted him right here, right now, and damn the consequences.

Lizzie didn’t even look to see if anyone was watching. She didn’t want anything stopping what came next. She put one hand on Renic’s chest to move him out of the way and ripped open the door to the back seat of the SUV.

She gave Renic a little shove. “Get in.” Her voice came out rough and raw and more than a little insistent.

His crooked smile put a glint of fire into his eyes. He held up his hands as if in surrender. “Whatever you say.”

Renic slid into the backseat.

Lizzie pushed in after him, pulled the door shut, and locked it.

There were a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea, but she just didn’t care. She felt like a teenager, taking what she wanted when she wanted it, and God help her she wanted him.

They’d parked well away from the building’s neon sign, but there was enough ambient light to see Renic’s face. It was full of expectation and raw lust. His long legs stretched at odd angles, one pushing under the driver’s seat while the other bent in, his knee propped against the passenger side door. The position left the path to his body completely open to her.

He opened his arms, and she launched herself at him, landing in an awkward heap with one leg over his lap, the other knee braced against the seat in between his legs, and both hands on his head to hold him still while she dove in for another kiss.

Her mouth moved against his, hard and fast, daring him to keep up. His hands traveled down her back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, until he cupped her ass and pulled her even closer.

She rocked her hips against him while they kissed, enjoying the way his thigh rubbed her most sensitive body parts.

Renic’s hands moved under her shirt to grapple with her bra. When it came free, he broke off the kiss long enough to say in a rough, low voice, “You’re overdressed.”

She leaned back too fast and hit her head on the overhead dome light. “Ow!”

“Sorry!”

“You should be.” She tugged at his pants. “I’m not the only one who’s overdressed.”

He unbuttoned his jeans, moving the zipper entirely too slow for her taste. She rifled through her purse for the lone condom she’d stashed there after the divorce. Wishful thinking back then. Wish fulfillment now. She tossed it to him, and he caught it with deft fingers.

Lizzie shifted until her back was plastered against the window and her head was jammed against the ceiling, andworked the button and zipper on her own jeans. Sliding them down to her hips was no problem, but after that it became a tangle of arms and legs and a lot of hip gyration to get her pants off.

She was so ready for him that every nerve south of her navel screamed for attention and release. She pushed her panties down and tried to kick them off, but they got tangled in a knot around her ankle and the connector for the seat belt.

Renic put his hand on her calf and slid it down. “I got it.”

He pulled the bit of cloth away from the buckle, and then her foot was free, and the offending fabric was tossed aside. He lifted his hips, and she tugged at his underwear until it, too, was out the way, then she straddled him, rotating her hips to encourage him into the right position.

She took him inside herself and moaned with satisfaction. His answering groan of pleasure was enough to push her into motion. She moved her hips with feverish abandon, desperate to be filled by him.

Their heat filled the car until the windows fogged over. She rocked her pelvis faster and harder, pushing and reaching for the peak that refused to come until Renic reached between her legs and rubbed in strong, steady, circular motions, rhythmically stroking in time to her thrusts until pressure built and expanded and exploded.

She arched her back, and a shout of pure pleasure erupted from deep within, powered by the shock of release that had been a long time coming. She rode the waves as long as she could, milking every last ounce of sensation. He was hot and comforting and satisfying, and she didn’t want it to end. After the last tingles of pleasure faded, she remained where she was with him buried deep within. She wanted him to stay, and she wanted this bubble with Renic to last a little while longer.

Chapter Twelve

Renic held the most amazing woman he’d ever met in his arms and waited for her body to stop shaking. He’d focused so much on her pleasure that he hadn’t reached climax yet himself, and the warmth of her most intimate parts wrapped around him was almost too much to take.

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