“Shutting off the driver’s speaker. What are you doing? Because it looks like you’re not coming here.” I pat the leather seat beside me.
She gives me a suspicious glance and holds her ground.
We’re at an impasse, but I’m not giving up yet. “Listen here, kitten—last time you had trouble with my clip-on tie. So I’m going to solve that problem for you.” I unclip the tie and toss it into the cup holder.
Charli doesn’t say a word, but she’s watching me with a bright, sharp gaze. She’s pulled the fur around her body, her long legs splaying beneath the hem. There are fashion models who’d give a kidney to look half as sexy as she looks right now.
Music pulses through the interior of the car, and I hold her gaze. The craving I feel for her is both strong and familiar. I know she feels it, too. But this has to be her choice.
“My last tux shirt is a rag now, because you literally tore it open. So how about I help you with that step, too?” I reach for the button at my throat and undo it. Since that’s fun, I do the next button as well. And the next.
Charli forgets to play it cool. She licks her lips and swallows roughly. Then she says two magic words: “Keep going.”
“Yes, ma’am.” If Charli wants a striptease in the back of a limo, I can work with that. I find the beat of the music with my shoulders as I shrug off the tux jacket. I toss it aside like a stripper, which wins me a tiny smile.
Then I begin working down the rest of my shirt buttons. Slowly. While we thread through stop-and-go midtown traffic. And Charli watches me with a hungry gaze.
Maybe another guy would feel ridiculous leaning back against the leather and slowly, sensuously unbuttoning his own shirt. But I am here for this, tapping a foot in time to the music, and slowly spreading the halves of my shirt to reveal my chest.
By the time I begin to caress my pecs, it’s no longer a joke. I’m hella turned on. Our gazes lock, and Charli’s eyes are dark and hungry. I slip my hand over my abs and then even lower. My cock is hard and tenting the fabric of my trousers, so I give it a squeeze. Charli’s lips part. She takes a slow breath.
“Come here, beautiful,” I say again. It’s now or never. Indecision flashes through her eyes.
The moment stretches for an eternity, and I brace my heart for rejection, because she might just leave me hanging here, ever the fool.
“Fuck it,” she whispers suddenly. She launches herself at me.
I would hoot with laughter, if I weren’t so busy gathering her up in my lap and finding her mouth with my own. We come together in a hot kiss, and I groan against her lips.
I’m burning up for her, and I can’t wait to show her how much. Her kiss kicks the door open and invites me in. Our tongues slide together, and Charli moans.
This is happening. Right here, right now.
TWENTY-THREE
ALL MY WORST IDEAS
Charli
If I made a list of all my worst ideas, mauling Neil in the back of a limo would be right at the top.
But I just can’t seem to stop. The white-hot focus of Neil’s kiss is a rare and beautiful thing. And beauty in my life is in short supply. It’s always hard for me to let go and take what I want.
Iris and Paisley called me a tramp. But they got it backwards. This isn’t normal for me. I rarely have sex, because I can’t afford to show my unfiltered self to anyone.
Yet here I sit in Neil’s lap, kissing him like the world’s about to end. I’m hungry for his taste on my tongue. The scent of his cologne is like opium.
The wilder our kisses grow, the more I want. And don’t even get me started on his strong hands, which take a slow tour of every curve on my body. His fingertips trace down my back, sliding over silk, which in turn slides over me. I break out in goosebumps from the sensual assault of the lush fabric against my skin.
Then those hands coast over my ass, stopping to give me a dirty squeeze, before they skate around my hip and down my thighs and under my skirt. He shamelessly wedges a hand between my knees, forcing me to relax and make room. I moan against his tongue when his fingers drag a line up my inner thigh.
His touch lights me up as brightly as the midtown buildings we’re cruising past. The city passes like a movie we’ve muted in the background. It barely seems real.
There’s only Neil’s touch and the scent of his hair as he breaks our kiss to lick his way down my neck and between my breasts. Meanwhile, his clever hands tease my stockings off my hips and down my body.
My dress is ruched up around my waist. The word tramp rattles once more inside my brain, before it’s chased away by the whine of my zipper as Neil slides it down my back.
I grab his head in two hands and yank it toward me again. I need his mouth. I need the sweet joining of his tongue against mine to keep my ragged thoughts at bay.
He kisses me deeply. Twice. Then I lose his mouth, but it doesn’t go far. He’s right at my ear, whispering instructions and encouragements. Here. Lift your hips. Yes, baby. Unzip me. Fuck. And finally, lie back.
The world tilts, and I find myself eased onto a cloud. The white mink coat has been draped across the long seat, and now I’m lying on it. I’m naked, except for the strapless corset bra that offers my tits to Neil like two dishes of fruit on a platter.
Neil leans down to feast on them. I shiver as his hand strays down my tummy, teasing my hip, and then finally, finally finds the place where I’m so needy for him.
I make an unseemly noise as thick fingers slide between my legs. Moaning, I spread my thighs to accommodate him on the narrow seat, and the motion rubs the soft fur against my bare skin.
This is easily the most sensuous experience of my entire life.
“Fuck, I need you,” he rumbles. “I’m fucking starved for it.” His mouth dips between my breasts, and my hand fumbles into his open trousers. He groans as my fingers close around his thick cock. I pump my hand up and down his length, enjoying the heat and friction of his hardness against my hand.
But it’s the wrecked look on his face that I appreciate most. No matter how badly I’ll regret this later, I’ll never forget the expression he’s wearing right now. Like he can barely stand how lucky he is.
And I know just how he feels. I yank his trousers off. He angles his hips against mine with a sexy grimace, and I’m so wet that I can feel myself leaking onto the shaft of his cock.
“Baby,” he murmurs. “Fuck.” All his smooth talking is gone now. He sinks down onto my body, knocking my hand away, diving into another wet kiss.
Our tongues tangle. The car accelerates, and the hum of the engine blurs through the music. I sink into the fur, my fingers in Neil’s hair, one of my legs wrapped around one of his so he can’t get away.
“Charli.” The word is a prayer against my lips.
He’d been so smug. He’d said I’d beg him for it. I’d told him it would never happen.
I’d been wrong. “Please,” I beg. “Now.”
That’s all I need to say. Neil produces a condom from somewhere and gears up without breaking our kiss. I don’t even have time to second guess myself. A moment later he nudges thickly inside me with a happy groan.
As he bottoms out, I have to bite my tongue to keep from crying out in bliss. I slam my eyes shut and tilt my hips to take more of him, to get even closer to his hard body and the heat of his smile.