Page 102 of Scarred

“Just the two. I use the SUV when I have Scar and Mae with me or need the extra room, but when I don’t, it’s fun to switch it up,” he says, opening the door for me.

I walk over and peer inside.

The black and red interior screams sex, and I bite my lip in excitement.

“Judging by the look on your face, I take it you love my choice in cars,” he muses.

“I one hundred percent approve of your choice in cars,” I grin, sliding into the seat. My eyes take in the sleek interior as I run my hand along the leather. I feel him watching me and glance up at him.

He still has the door open, and his eyes are dangerously close to feral. Glancing down, I realize my skirt is hiked up high, practically revealing my lace underneath, and with my thigh-high boots and his hoodie, I’m giving him quite the show.

“You look good in my car,” he rumbles out, gripping the door frame so hard I see his knuckles turn white.

“I feel good in your car,” I whisper, squeezing my thighs together as his eyes darken further.

“Don’t move,” he growls, shutting the door and striding over to the other side. His large frame fills the small space as he gets in, closing us off to the outside world.

Our breaths are labored as he grips the steering wheel.

“Your body is buzzing right now. I can feel how aroused you are,” he says quietly.

He turns my way, his green eyes pulling me in more as heat nips at my flesh.

Reaching over, he trails his finger over my boots before grazing my thigh. I close my eyes as a steady pulse forms between my legs.

I don’t know what it is about the combination of Cayden and this car, but he’s right. I’m extremely turned on right now.

“I told you before I would take care of your body.” The gravel to his voice heightens my desire as he brushes over the lace above the vee of my legs. My thighs open voluntarily as I grip the leather seats. “Ask me, little moon, and it’s yours.”

Cayden is the one person I’ve ever been able to voice what I actually want. The way he looks at me…the way he makes me feel. I don’t have to pretend with him. He sees the woman inside me who’s begging to come out. “Touch me,” I whimper.

“There’s my good girl,” he says in a low voice, sending shivers down my spine. His hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me to him as his lips crash to mine. Our mouths instantly fuse as our tongues tangle in a heated rush.

When his thumb brushes over my clit, I moan against his lips and open wider for him. “More,” I plead, not wanting him to stop.

“As you wish,” he says, smiling against my lips as his finger slips under my panties and slides deep inside.

“Oh, God,” I moan, moving against his hand. He adds another finger, and I stretch more around him.

“Jesus, you feel good,” he groans, pumping me harder. “You’re going to cum for me, sweetheart, and you’re going to do it right here in my car.” His grip on the back of my neck moves up as he pulls my head back with a fistful of hair. I feel his teeth scrape my skin as I expose my neck to him. “I’ve never had a woman in this car before.”

His confession surprises me and adds fuel to the flames nipping at my skin.

“I don’t let women get in my personal space,” he growls, going deeper with his thrusts. “But I can’t seem to stop inviting you in.”

“Cayden,” I whimper as his words get lodged in my heart. He must feel the shift in the car because his lips find my neck again, pulling my flesh deep into his mouth, silencing my heart for now and bringing me to the edge.

My walls start to contract, and a low groan vibrates against my neck as I let go for him.

His name leaves my lips again as I give him the only thing he’s willing to accept, even though his body language says otherwise.

Because somewhere between his scars and my surrender…

I was becoming his.

THIRTY-ONE

CAYDEN