A small muscle flexed in his jaw. Then his thumb made a purposeful sweep beneath the fabric. His long fingers curved around her inner thigh. She parted her legs another fraction, an invitation she prayed he’d take.

And he did.

The tips of his fingers strummed against her inner thigh, and his knuckles grazed her other thigh, a leisurely caress. Like he had all the time in the world.

A flush of anticipation tingled over her skin. She’d never needed a man’s touch so badly.

Taking his free hand off the wheel for a second, he pressed a button on his dash and the top came up on his convertible, sealing them in shadows. Without a word, he reclaimed the wheel and recommitted to his exploration. He massaged her left inner thigh, the edge of his hand drawing closer and closer to where she ached for his touch.

Using the back of his hand he nudged her right leg, parting her legs further. His fingertips inched toward their destination. Then the tip of his middle finger traced the small triangle of lace covering her intimate parts.

The music barely covered her gasp when his hand cupped her mound. Through the lace, he caught her flesh between two fingers, squeezing with just the right pressure to make her throb. Her thighs gave a quiver of approval, but then he removed his hand, making her want to weep with disappointment. She didn’t mind being teased, but knowing what he could do with his mouth and imagining what he could do with his hands and hard erection, wound her tight.

Then he swiftly reached across her lap, unbuckled her seatbelt, and thankfully returned to the spot warm and eager for his touch. Without the confining strap, she had room to spread her legs wider.

His hand disappeared under her dress. This time his talented fingers pulled aside the damp crotch of her panties, leaving her slick skin exposed and eager for his touch. He began with one fingertip, a slow up and down motion against her slit.

Then he spread her folds. Her nails bit into the leather seat as his middle finger slid the entire length of her crease. Lust caught her nerve endings on fire.

“You’re so wet.” His gruff murmur sent a shiver up her spine.

She was glad he’d put the top up on his car. Because she didn’t want him to stop and didn’t want to wait until they were somewhere more private than the streets of downtown.

The man knew how to please a woman’s body—as if the oral sex on his car hood wasn’t the first indication. She sighed, his fingers working magic against her heat, gliding with steady, sure strokes. Like he knew exactly what she wanted, needed.

Her hips hitched when the knot of lust pulled tight in her clit. She ached and strained, riding his touch. “Oh, my God.”

“Is that good? You like that?” he asked, his voice a rasp in his throat.

“Yes…”

Cupping her mound, he pressed his callused palm against her clit. His fingertip traced her opening, then slid deep inside.

“Oh! Mmm…yes. Yes.”

He hissed a curse. “I want to pull over and watch you come for me.”

“Too late.” Her thighs trembled. She took a sharp breath. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Slapping her hand over his, she held him against her. Heat spiraled downward. Her flesh puckered, swelled and an orgasm burst through her body.

“Yes!” She drew rapid breaths. “Ahhh…yes…”

Her peak throbbed against his touch. He made slow, gentle strokes, prolonging the intoxicating sensations ebbing and flowing as she jerked and shivered against his palm. His finger flicked inside her, and renewed sexual need gathered deep in her core.

He continued stroking her for several minutes, before he withdrew his finger, then his hand. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked his middle finger. “You have no idea how many naughty things I want to do to you right now.”

“You know,” she said, leaning toward him. She cupped the hard ridge straining his pants. The large, hard ridge. “We don’t have to go out. I still have Chinese in my fridge from last night.”

Relief swamped his features. “I love the way you think.”

Immediately, he turned in the direction of her house. She ran her hand up and down his stiff length while he gripped the steering wheel.

Then he seized her wrist and jerked her hand away. “You can’t keep doing that, or I’ll embarrass myself.”

She slid him a wicked grin. “There’s nothing wrong with being turned on.”

Arching an eyebrow, he released her wrist and shifted into fourth gear, tearing through the streets. The muscle in his jaw flexed. “I’m too turned on. You have no idea what you do to me. Or what I plan to do to you.”

Her inner thighs ached with renewed lust.

In record time, Trey pulled the Audi into her driveway. They’d barely made it inside when his lips were on hers, his tongue swirling and searching.

Upstairs, he tore his mouth from hers and asked, “Which door?”

“Second on the right,” she said just before he captured her lips again.

He picked her up and walked into her bedroom, kissing frantically, pulling at her clothes.  She felt the edge of the bed behind her knees. Breaking their kiss, he sent her to the mattress with enough force to make her head bounce. “You are mine. All night,” he growled.

He crawled up her body, dropping heated kisses along the way. He toed off his shoes.

After he toed off his shoes, he kneeled, sat back on his heels and pulled her hips up to meet his. Back arched, her ass rested on the tops of his thighs. Sliding his hands down her legs, then under her dress, he grabbed the thin straps of her thong. He urged her heels into the air as he dragged the thong up over her knees, her calves, her toes, and sent it to the floor.

The backs of her calves rested against his chest. He took the heel of one red shoe in his hand, but paused. Smoky desire swirled in his eyes. “We’re keeping these on.”

Breathless, she nodded. He wrapped her legs around his waist then scrunched the hem of her dress in his fists. She sat up to make undressing her easier. With a rough tug, he whipped her dress up over her head then flung it to the floor beside her thong.

His gaze drank her in with a thorough exploration. Slowing his seduction, his palms whispered over her skin as she lay exposed to him. “Your body is incredible. Like you were made for me.”

She hitched her hips, aching to be claimed by him, wanting to fulfill her secret fantasies with his potent, physical reality. “Then make me yours.”

“Hell, yes.” Eyes locked on her, he swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off.