London Falling (Falling #2)(55)

“You want to blow this Popsicle stand?” I asked while buttoning up.

“Nope. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.” She licked her lips and threw a sideways grin. “But I’d love for you to take me home and f*ck me until morning where you will then, make me breakfast, including eggs and toast with that incredible jam. In that order please.”

“Anything for you, Beauty. Anything for you.”





Chapter - 14





Our drive home was interesting to say the least. Collier couldn’t stop touching me. His hand was either on my knee, my thigh, or trailing into my hairline as he pulled me in for a kiss at random red lights. It became obvious really quickly that our movie madness was only a prelude to a night destined to be memorable.

“What are you thinking right now?” When Collier speaks it’s as if a British army was hammering my libido into overdrive. Even a woman in a committed relationship would have a fleeting thought about bedding my sexy Englishman, when they heard him speak. Everything he says sounds like sex-laced cinnamon candy, tantalizing the senses in a wicked and surprisingly fiery way.

“About how much I love hearing your voice. I think you underestimate how delicious your accent is.”

“Delicious huh?” I nodded and closed my eyes preferring to let his words roll over my senses.

I took a deep breath. “Speak to me, lover,” I whispered surprised I was feeling so brazen. My hands slid to my knees and started to pull up my skirt. I wanted to give my Englishman something to look forward to, drive him mad with lust the way his words were un-doing me.

“Bloody brilliant,” he grabbed my skirt with one hand and helped me scrunch it up higher. At this point nothing but my lace panties peeked out of the expanse between my thighs.

“Words Collier,” I reminded him after a lengthy pause where I presumed he was staring at my bare legs and panties.

“Knickers.”

I bit my lip and slid my hands a couple inches down my leg to caress the soft skin at my thigh and knee. The inner thigh was a weak point for Collier. He liked to brand me there. Oh did I look forward to wearing his mark by morning. The love bite would give me a physical reminder of our time tonight, just like he did the last time we were together.

“Smashing.” he said and I moaned.

“Totty.” My hands crept up to mid-thigh.

“Knockers,” he whispered and stroked the tight bead of my nipple through my sweater. His fingers twisted and squeezed.

“Shag.” He pinched my nipple and I cried out, desire wetting my panties and filling the air in the car with the distinct scent of sex and leather.

I spread my legs wide and slid my hands closer to the target. “Roger,” he said the word as if it moved over his tongue like honey dripping down the bark of a tree.

“Collier,” I breathed and gyrated my hips. His fingers trailed softly along the inside of my leg. The anticipation of his touch was brutal.

“Touch yourself, Beauty” His voice grated on a moan.

My fingers slipped into my panties and found my clit hard and swollen. Waiting. Wanting him, not me.

“That’s it. Touch it for me. Pretend it’s me,” he encouraged.

I did what he asked, completely lost in the need to find release once again. He covered my hand as I manipulated myself and felt both our fingers slide over the slippery button. Shock waves of pleasure rolled through my body in a rush of stinging hot pokers. Excitement surrounded me as I moved closer to that blissful edge.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous. Fuck me! I can’t get enough of touching you.” Our fingers danced together over my wanton flesh. His breath came in ragged, rushed bursts of air. The sounds of moving traffic, of him manipulating my sex, all merged into a meditative place where pleasure consumed every thought and noise.

Collier’s fingers plunged into my heat and took the moisture he found there, rubbing it over my aching bundle of nerves. I could feel twinges of my orgasm as it approached. “Oh God, Collier, right there.” I begged and pleaded for him as I rotated my hips toward his hand.

“Sod all. This, this little bit of heaven.” He twirled his fingers around my clit in tight dizzying circles. I thrust my hips for his taking, my hands clasped the back of the headrest arching my body towards his hand. “It’s bloody perfect. And it’s mine. I can’t wait to put my lips on it and suck you until you scream.” His words had me panting like a dog in heat.

Almost there. The edge of the cliff was right there, ready for me to jump off…

“Don’t come.” The command left his lips.

Wait. What?

My eyelids flung open to see his hand had left my sex and was pressing hard on his dick. He was pulling into his parking garage. He screeched his precious Porsche 911 into the parking stall and exited the car. His movements were tight and jerky. Everything happened so fast, I had barely grasped the fact that my orgasm was now a distant memory. Bastard. I planned on getting him back. After I got mine of course.

He flung open the car door then pulled me out. His lips were on mine, his tongue down my throat, before I could say a word. I gave back in spades, drinking from him, tasting him and rubbing my needy body along his hard edges.

When he pulled away, I was stunned stupid. The man kissed me like he was forever saying goodbye and touched my body like he’d never get another chance.