Page 144 of The Forever Play

I whimper, wishing we could strip each other fully naked, but although we have privacy right now, I’m still aware that this is going to have to be a clothed quickie. Intense and real and just as meaningful as anything else we’ve done, but still… if a car drives past…

Zander seems to get this as well, his hand trailing around to my front so he can squeeze my boob, teasing my nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra.

“You sure?” he murmurs between kisses.

“Uh-huh.” I fist the back of his hair, changing angles and kissing him deep and slow.

He moans into my mouth, and I can feel him growing hard beneath me.

Yes, yes, yes!

Urgency fires through me as I scramble for his pants. The top button pops open, and I rise up so I can yank down his zipper and set him free. Lifting his hips, he helps me shimmy his pants down to his thighs, and I smile down at his glorious manhood.

He’s definitely bigger than he used to be. I wrap my fingers around his warm, hard cock, and we moan in unison when I give him a slow pump, then wipe the bead of liquid with my thumb.

“Sparks.” His voice is low and guttural, sexy as all get-out, and my pussy is already weeping.

My entire body is vibrating, desperately needing this, and when his hands glide up my thighs, rounding my butt cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze, I whimper again.

A thick pulse of yearning beats through me as I pump him a little harder and he tucks his fingers into my waistband, tugging my yoga pants down.

It’s awkward as hell in this cramped space, but we manage this game of Twister, giggling into each other’s mouths as he tugs my pants off, letting them dangle from one ankle. As soon as my pussy is free, he’s sliding his fingers between my folds.

I’m still pumping his cock, and he’s struggling to talk but manages a rasping “You’re so wet.”

“I need you, baby.”

I gasp as his finger slips inside me, my inner walls clenching around him. His thumb teases my clit, and I moan against his cheek. He feels so good I can hardly take it.

His lips nibble my neck, then suck my earlobe while I start riding his fingers, gyrating against them but knowing I want something else.

“I need this”—I squeeze his cock—“inside me. Please tell me you’ve got?—”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he murmurs. “And well done for remembering.” He grins at me, reaching into the back seat for his bag. “You make me forget. You’re so addictive I can’t think straight.”

I keep stroking him, loving the way his hands shake while he’s trying to pull a condom out of the box. At one point, he stops to tip his head back and groan, “You better stop or I’m gonna come before I even get inside you.”

I immediately let him go and help him rip a condom free, then open the packet. Rolling it on for him, I check that it’s secure and stop to smile at him.

Cupping his cheek, I brush my teeth over my bottom lip, then whisper, “I love you, Zander Donohue.”

“I love you.” His kiss is sweet and delicate, enough to make my heart fly right out of my chest and start fluttering around the car as I line us up and sink onto him.

His fingers dig into my thighs as he releases a sexy-ass moan. I love that sound so freaking much. Rising, I slowly lower myself again, watching his face as he tips his head back and groans again. His eyes are closed and he’s lost in me, lost inside me, lost within us.

Caressing his cheek, I stare down at him, smiling when he kisses my palm. I run my thumb across his bottom lip, rising and sinking in a languid rhythm that’s just for us. His eyes creep open, and he catches me watching him. The smile he gives me lights my soul. I can feel it burning within me, an orb of light that seems to shine brighter and brighter the longer we’re connected this way.

His hands run up my thighs, the pads of his fingers teasing my skin as they travel to my sweet spot. His thumb starts working my clit, and I can’t help a gasping moan. It’s the weirdest sound, but holy hell. He’s taking me over, filling and stretching my core until I’m consumed by him and his fingers… his magic fingers are…

My breathing turns ragged, my chest starting to heave as I pick up my pace.

The world around me fades.

There’s no car.

There are no trees.

The birds aren’t chirping outside.

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