His voice is a demand. His eyes too.
There isn't a single part of me that wants to disobey.
I want to forget my thoughts. To forget everything but his words and his touch.
I reach behind me and pull the zipper down to my ass.
"Take it off."
The driver looks at me through the rearview mirror.
My cheeks flush.
My sex clenches.
He's going to watch.
And I want him watching.
I just don't want the car crashing.
I look to Blake and slide my straps off my shoulders, one at a time. My dress falls to my waist. "Is that enough?"
"Take off your bra." His tongue slides over his lips as he gives me a long once-over.
I follow his orders.
I unhook my bra and drop it on the floor.
This is getting to be a pattern—me topless and him dressed.
On display for him and anyone else who happens to be around.
Blake's eyes fix on me. "You're fucking gorgeous. You know that?"
My cheeks flush. "Thank you."
Blake undoes his seatbelt. He moves into the middle seat and presses his lips into mine.
He palms my breasts, rubbing my nipples with this thumbs. They harden instantly. His touch lights me on fire.
Need. Blake. Now.
It's the only thing my body knows. The only thing it's ever known.
He takes my hand and places it on his thigh.
It makes me hotter. Needier. I want every inch of his skin. I want him every way I can have him.
It feels so good to touch him. Even with his slacks in the way. His legs are muscular. Strong.
He takes my hand and places it over his hard-on.
Yes.
Now.
Please.