Page 84 of Make Me Yours
And we haven’t even started yet.
I tuck the lace into my jacket pocket and then slide my hand onto her thigh. Her skin is silken, warm, already quivering beneath my touch. I squeeze gently, then start to inch upward. My movements are measured. I want her panting by the time we reach the building.
I want her desperate.
Consumed with need.
She exhales as my fingers trail higher.
“Widen your legs for me.”
She obeys instantly.
There’s no hesitation.
Or shame.
Just need.
She parts her thighs with a whimper, the vulnerability of the gesture nearly knocking the air out of me. My fingers stroke the slick seam of her with a featherlight touch. No pressure. No intrusion. Just a steady, teasing glide across the surface of her pussy. She twitches beneath my hand and her hips shift.
And still, I don’t give her more.
Not yet.
She’s drenched. Hot and pulsing beneath my fingertips. Herslickness coats my fingers with every pass, and it takes all of my self-control not to abandon the wheel and bury myself in her right here, right now.
But I won’t rush this.
Not tonight.
I want her riding that edge so long she forgets her own name.
Her hips begin to roll subtly, seeking friction. Her hands grip the seat as her breathing turns ragged.
I keep the pressure light.
She moans as her head tips back against the leather, her body restless with want. “Please.”
I glance over, needing to see her face. “Please what, baby? What do you want?”
Her eyes are half-lidded and heavy with arousal as a deep flush stains her cheeks. “I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
With a groan, she shifts closer.
Seeking more.
I pull back just enough to tap her inner thigh. “That’s not an answer. If you want me to play with your body, you need to be specific. Try again.”
Her bottom lip catches between her teeth. “My pussy.”
Those two words nearly undo me.
“That’s my good girl,” I rasp, sliding one finger inside her heat.
When she cries out, my jaw clenches. Her inner walls tighten around me, hot and wet and pulsing. I curl my finger, slow and deep. Her thighs tremble. She’s unraveling beneath my touch, shaking apart in the passenger seat of my car.
