Run To Me (Lazarus Rising #4)(25)

“Jay!” A demand hummed in her voice.

“When we get home, I’m going to make love to you all night long.”

“I don’t want to wait.” Her ragged words.

He’d moved his hand. His fingers slid inside the plunging neckline of her dress, and he teased her nipple. She bit her lip because she hadn’t expected the shock of quick pleasure.

And she wanted more.

“You don’t want to wait? Then how about I give you a taste right now.” His hands moved to her legs. He grabbed the material of her dress and pushed it up. Not fast. Not hard. But slowly, sensuously.

Willow realized she was holding her breath. A lick of fear shot through her because this was new. As far as she was concerned, this was her first time with a lover. And she was hesitating. Her gaze darted to the privacy screen that separated them from the driver.

“I can stop right now.” His hands were on her thighs. His voice was low and gentle.

She didn’t want him to stop.

“The driver can’t hear us. Can’t see us. It’s only you and me. But I can stop right now, if that is what you want.”

She wanted more pleasure. She just wanted what everyone else had. Was that so wrong? “Don’t stop.” A bare whisper.

His fingers trailed up her inner thighs. So sensitive. How had she not realized that particular area of her body was so sensitive? Now she wasn’t holding her breath, Willow was releasing it in a quick rush because his fingers had slipped up her thighs—all the way up until he was touching the crotch of her panties.

And Jay had moved. He’d slid off the seat. Positioned himself between her splayed legs. His gaze wasn’t on her face. He was staring at her body, and she was so incredibly exposed for him because he’d shoved up her skirt.

“These have to go.” He pulled on her panties. Harder than she’d expected. The soft lace tore.

The sound turned her on even more.

“Willow, Willow…sweet Willow.” His fingers caressed her sex. Stroked her. Made her bite her lip. Made her hips surge against him. “I won’t ever be able to go back now.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant. Didn’t really care then because he’d just lowered his head. “Jay?”

He licked her. Licked her and pushed his fingers inside of her, and her own hands flew out to grab onto the seat. Her eyes squeezed closed as her head tipped back. This was so intimate—of course, it was intimate. But she hadn’t expected this. His mouth on her. It was like they’d skipped a thousand steps and gone right to the finish line. It was like—

She came. An absolute explosion of pleasure rocked through her whole body, and Willow clamped down even harder on her lower lip because she didn’t want to scream out her pleasure. It wasn’t some short burst of release. It went on and on, seeming to fill every single cell of her body.

Her breath heaved in and out. Her heartbeat drummed in a double-time rhythm. This was sex? This was pleasure? OhmyGod. How had she forgotten it?

His fingers strummed over her clit.

A ripple of pleasure surged through her as he pressed a final kiss to her. Then he was sliding back. Pulling down her dress. Covering her legs.

And…going back to his seat?

What?

Her breath panted out more. Her nails were digging into the expensive leather of the seat. He sat across from her, his hands between his knees, his stare focused on her. Completely on her. His face was tight, hard. She’d never quite seen him look that way before.

Dangerous.

Jay usually had a quick smile. He usually seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of energy and zest. But right then, a different intensity clung to him. Almost a predatory intensity.

“You…” Okay, her voice was definitely husky. She tried clearing her throat. “You didn’t…”

“I told you our first time wasn’t going to be in a car.” He even sounded different. Jay’s voice was downright guttural. She realized that he held her panties in his right hand. As she watched, he shoved them into the pocket of his coat. “I’ll have you in my home. It will just be you and me, and you won’t have to bite your lip. You can scream as loudly as you want.”

Oh, wow. She swallowed. Made herself take her nails out of the leather.

“You are so fucking beautiful. And you taste like the sweetest sin.”

She could feel her cheeks burning.

“The first time won’t be slow.” Again, he was guttural. She rather liked the roughness of his voice. It sent a shiver over her. “I can’t do slow with you. Not after I had my mouth on you.”

Inside, she felt another pulse of pleasure. Just from his words.

“The first time will be rough. Hard. Wild. We’ll do slow later, if that’s what you want.”

“I don’t know what I want.” Should she be embarrassed to make that confession? With him, right then, Willow found there wasn’t room for embarrassment. It was just him. Just her. And what they were doing together, what they were saying, didn’t feel wrong. “I have no idea what I like.”

His body tensed. “Baby…” He exhaled slowly. “Are you trying to break me?”

She wasn’t sure what that meant. Of course, she didn’t want to break Jay.

“We’ll find out what you like,” Jay promised her as the limo slowed. “We’ll find out every single thing that you enjoy. What makes you moan. What makes you come faster. What drives you absolutely wild. And we’ll do those things over and over again.”