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“This is too far, Ana.” I try to sound stern, but it comes out breathy. Needy.
She wraps her arms around my neck and skims her lips against my ear, making me shiver. “Show me. You said you would—”
“Ana, this is supposed to be a kiss. We’re going too far. Dammit, don’t move your hips like that.”
“Like what?” she says deviously. “Like this?” She bears down against me and releases herself from the brace of her knees. Ana stretches her legs along each side of the passenger seat and grinds me. Fuck, she’s perfect and I am completely ruined.
The repositioning forces her to lean back, so I have to hold her in place to keep her head from hitting the dashboard. My arms are a platter. Ana is an irresistible dish displayed before me.
I can’t think straight because she’s so fucking beautiful, with her hair thrown back and her long neck open. Perky breasts quiver with each breath, making my mouth water with the need to take a nipple into my mouth. It would be like sucking on the best candy in the world. I want to devour her one inch at a time.
My eyes are glued to where we’re connected, her wet apex against my hard ridge. Like I’m watching the most erotic show of my life, I stare at my large hand moving up and down one of her thighs before rubbing along her lower belly, a centimeter from her center.
“Ana, do you feel me here?” I ask in the voice I barely recognize. Gruff. Tortured.
“I feel you everywhere, Bryce.”
My fingers roam a little lower, till I find the dampness. I suck in my breath at the thought of sucking her clit. “How about right here. Have you ever touched yourself here?”
She nods. “But it doesn’t feel the same. It never feels this good.”
“You have no idea do you? What I want to do to you. How far I would go to make you feel good.” With soft pressure against her lower abdominals, I rub my thumb over her nub.
“Bryce, yes. Make me feel good.”
That demand buries under my skin, activating my blood and weaving into my dreams. Make me feel good.
I lock our lips so hard this can’t be called a kiss. Selfish, all-consuming devourment. I’m a bastard for wanting her this much, but I need just a little more. I’ll stop in a minute. I will. I have to.
I can feel how wet she is through our jeans. Fuck, Ana is soaked.
She wants this as much as I do. There isn’t another drug in the world that will get me this high. She’s my hunger and my satisfaction all at once. I’ll take as much as she’ll give me, because I’m addicted.
Our hips roll and my lips demand more. The greedier I am, the louder her moans. Ana’s fingers grip my hair, and her breasts press against my thundering heart.
We’re so consumed by the kiss, neither one registers the call until her hand accidentally presses the accept button. The muffled sound of a woman at the other end of the line makes us both jump.
“Bryce? Bryce are you there? I wasn’t sure if you’re still coming over tonight. Bryce?”
Shit, it’s Blakely. I had made a vague promise about coming over later. Before she speaks again, I talk into the speaker. “I need to call you back. Sorry.”
I hang up and throw the phone to the floor.
“Who was that?” Ana asks with a pout, her lips red and puffy from our kiss.
“No one.”
“Is that your girlfriend or something?” She sounds like she’s choking.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, Ana.”
“But she’s… someone.”
I shrug, because what is there to say? Yes, she’s someone I’ve been sleeping with for the last few months. We have an understanding. I’m too busy to be boyfriend material and she’s never asked that of me.
Nothing else matters in the face of what is happening right now. I am officially ruined by kissing Ana. I can’t imagine kissing anyone else except the young woman in my arms. Young. She’s still a teenager. Fuck.
“You’re with someone,” her voice has taken a sharp edge, “but me dating Darren is a bad idea?”
