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"I want you inside me," I breathe.
His eyes cloud with desire. He shifts off his jeans and boxers. In one swift motion, he pulls my body onto his.
I let out a sharp gasp as he plunges deep inside me. His mouth goes to my nipples. His hands go to my hips, guiding me over him.
He knows exactly how to play me, knows my body better than I do. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and surrender to his guidance. The car isn't exactly roomy—I bump my head against the roof a dozen times—but I don't want anything else.
This moment, right now, the two of us together, is perfect.
The motions of his soft, wet mouth send pangs of desire to my core. I get closer. Dig my nails into his skin. My lips part with a sigh.
"Look at me," I breathe. "Watch me come."
He groans as he kisses his way up my chest, neck, lips. After one long, deep kiss, he pulls away.
His eyes fix on mine.
His hand goes to my shoulder blade, right over the lines of my tattoo.
I hold his gaze for as long as I can. His deep brown eyes are as intense as ever. They're wide with desire, affection, love.
Pleasure wells up inside me. I dig my nails into his skin. I let a sigh fall off my lips. Then it's his name.
Still, I keep my eyes glued to his. Damn, I love the way he looks at me like he's never seen anything better.
With the next thrust, I come. I groan his name as pleasure spreads to every inch of my body.
Pete presses his lips against my neck. He kisses his way to my ear. Then he's sucking on my earlobe.
He moves faster, harder. I can tell from the way he's groaning that he's almost there. I can see it in the shaking of his shoulders.
I dig my fingers into his hair and take in every second of his orgasm. The way he groans against my skin, the way his nails dig into my back, the way his muscles tense and relax.
There. He moans my name as he comes.
We collapse into the slightly reclined seat. It's messy and it's cramped, but it's perfect.
Whenever I'm with him, life is perfect.
* * *
ItakePacific Coast Highway back to Los Angeles. For miles and miles, the road curves along the ocean. I roll the windows down and let in the cool evening air. We're going so fast the rushing air leaves no room for conversation.
But that's okay. Pete squeezing my hand is all the communication I need.
I'm about to turn onto the 105—taking it to the 110 to the 101 is the fastest way back to Hollywood—but Pete stops me.
"Stay on Lincoln." He calls the highway by the name of the street it turns into.
"But this isn't where you live."
"Trust me."
My heartbeat picks up. A lightness passes through my chest and stomach. This is a surprise. And it's something good.
I check his expression just to be sure. He's smiling ear to ear. I'm not sure I've ever seen him this happy and free.
He motions to the dash. "Eyes on the road. Don't want to die before we… you'll see."
