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"Good," I said, reaching down to rub a hand over his thigh, and then higher. Through the fabric of his slacks, I felt his readiness. "Because I don't wanna wait."
"Yeah?" he said, his eyes half closed as he leaned his head back and spoke in a ragged voice. "Waiting. Yeah, it's hard."
I gave him a squeeze. "That's for sure."
He opened his eyes. "You know," he said, his gaze meeting mine. "You're not like anyone I've ever met. One minutes you're this, I dunno, upper-class neighbor girl, then it's like you're something else entirely. It's like you're two people, maybe three." He gave a little laugh. "But swear to God, I love 'em all."
I felt myself grow still. He'd used the "L" word.
Chapter 48
Was I falling for him? Definitely. Did this mean he felt the same?
It wasn't like he'd said, "I love you," but it was close enough to make me catch my breath. I didn't know what to say, so I pressed my lips against his and spoke the language that required no words.
Soon, the bodice of my dress was peeled down, and he was running a firm tongue across one nipple, then the other while I straddled him on the leather seat and freed his length from the constraints of his pants and then his briefs.
Technically, I never did show him my birthday suit. And I didn't get to see his either. But for some reason, that only made everything seem more decadent. There he was, in his designer clothes, shoes and all. And yet, I was touching him in the most private places. Stroking him, and watching his eyes close and his lips part as he said my name, or brought his lips to my skin in ways that had me sighing his name in return.
The cityscape shifted and changed, but I barely noticed it as his hands slipped underneath my dress. He reached under my panties to cup my ass as I nibbled his neck and ran one hand through his hair and stroked his swollen length with the other.
Shifting position, he reached between us. I felt his thumb rubbing lightly against that sensitive knob of desire that had been aching for his touch. I moaned into his neck, and felt him shudder just a little as he said, "Chloe, you're just so –"
He never finished the thought. Probably, it was my fault. I was stroking his length, squeezing and rubbing against him while his thumb continued its dance across my most sensitive spot.
Tinted windows, I decided, were the best invention ever. He looked amazing, and I had no intention of sharing him with any audience, not tonight, if not ever.
In my mind's eye, I could envision how we looked together. My little black dress was hiked high over my thighs, and my breasts were unconstrained by the dress or any other covering, except Lawton's mouth, or his fingers, which danced across one nipple, then the other. He was tugging, kneading, and pinching lightly before he replaced his fingers with his mouth, kissing one, then the other, running his tongue around in circles and sucking first gently, then harder.
My hips were moving in time with his motions now, my head thrown back, soft moans and whimpers escaping my lips as too many sensations competed for my attention. His hands, his lips, his tongue – it was all too much.
Slowly, and then all at once, a wave of almost unbearable pleasure washed over me. I don’t know what kind of sounds I made, but I knew I wasn't quiet as I shuddered against him. I closed my eyes for only a moment, before I gave in to the nearly unbearable urge to have him inside me.
I didn't even bother to remove my panties. I moved the lacy fabric aside and positioned myself over him. He was massively hard, but I was slick with desire. As I lowered myself down onto him, he gave a low moan of pleasure that matched my own.
When our hips met, he said my name over and over as our hips rose and fell in time with the movement of the limo over the nearly deserted city streets. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and probably, I thought with a certain level of wistfulness, something I might not experience again.
As the pressure in my core grew, our motions grew more frantic. His hands were everywhere. On my back, running through my hair, on my still-exposed breasts, across my ass.
And then, I was riding the waves of pleasure yet again. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, grinding into him as he too began to shudder, his hips thrusting forward, and his grip around me tightening beyond all reason.
We rode the peak together, sighing into each other mouths as our lips met and moved in time with the slowing motions of our hips. We stayed like that long after our passion was spent. Somewhere, in the recesses of my brain, I realized I should've pulled out a condom. I'd actually brought a couple in my purse, so I had no excuse, unless you counted the fact that I simply hadn't wanted to.
And really, that was no excuse at all.
In spite of my lack of a social life, I'd been on the pill forever, so I wasn't worried about pregnancy. But the whole thing had been decidedly unsafe. I should've let it go. But feeling his strong arms around me, and watching through bleary eyes as the cityscape changed around us, I heard myself say, "I guess that wasn't exactly safe, was it?"
"What wasn't?" he said.
"You know what," I said, pulling back to put a little distance between us as I met his gaze. "I am on the pill though, so you don't need to worry about that. But the other thing –" I let the sentence trail off unfinished.
How to ask about the girls who he'd been with before? I felt a little shudder go through me, and this one wasn't from desire. Brittney. Ugh. She didn't strike me as the safe-sex type, and she'd been with him before me. "Never mind," I said, suddenly eager to forget the whole thing.
What's done is done, I told myself.
"Oh baby," he said, his eyes dark pools of intensity. "Don't worry about it. I'd never do anything to hurt you. Ever. I'm always safe."
I gave him a dubious look and summoned up a smile. "You sure about that?" I said, trying to keep my tone light. "We weren't exactly tonight."
