Ugly Love(42)

I drop my head back and sigh heavily, then steal a glance in his direction. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life.”
I watch as a slow grin spreads across his face. His thoughts obviously plummet into the gutter with that statement.
“Pervert,” I whisper playfully.
He cocks his eyebrow and smirks. “Your fault.” He reaches across the seat and wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling me toward him. “Come here.”
I make a quick inventory of our surroundings, but the rain is falling so hard I can’t even see outside. Which means no one can see in.
I adjust myself on top of him and straddle his lap as he scoots the seat as far back as it goes. He doesn’t kiss me, though. His hands slide down my arms and come to rest on my hips.
“I’ve never had sex in a car before,” he says with a little bit of hope in his confession.
“I’ve never had sex with a captain before,” I offer.
He runs his hands under my scrub top, sliding them up my stomach until they meet my bra. He cups both breasts, then leans forward and kisses me. His kiss doesn’t last long, because he breaks it to speak again. “I’ve never had sex as a captain before.”
I smile. “I’ve never had sex in scrubs before.”
His hands slide around to my back, and he dips them inside my waistband. He pulls my hips toward him at the same time as he lifts himself ever so slightly, immediately causing my grip to tighten around his shoulders and a gasp to pass my lips. His mouth moves to my ear as his hands re-create the sensual rhythm between us by pulling my hips forward again. “As hot as you look in uniform, I’d much rather have sex with you in nothing at all.”
I’m embarrassed at how easily his words alone can make me moan. I’m also embarrassed at how quickly his voice can undo me, to the point where I probably want my clothes to come off more than he does. “Please tell me you came prepared,” I say, my voice already heavy with want.
He shakes his head. “Just because I knew I would see you tonight doesn’t mean I came with expectations.” I’m immediately filled with disappointment. He lifts himself off the seat and slides his hand into his back pocket. “I did, however, come with a hell of a lot of hope.” He pulls the condom out of his wallet with a grin, and we both immediately begin to take action. My hands connect with the button on his jeans faster than our mouths connect. He slides his hands up the back of my top and begins to unclasp my bra, but I shake my head.
“Just leave it on,” I say breathlessly. The less clothes we take off, the faster we’ll be able to get dressed if we get caught.
He continues to unfasten it, despite my protest. “I don’t want to be inside you unless I can feel you against me.”
Wow. Okay, then.
When my bra is undone, he lifts my shirt over my head, and his fingers slide under the straps of my bra. He pulls them down my arms until the bra falls away. He tosses it into the backseat and then pulls his own shirt over his head. After his shirt joins my bra in the backseat, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him until our bare chests meet.
We both immediately inhale sharp breaths. The warmth of his body creates a sensation that I don’t want to pull away from. He begins kissing his way down my neck, his breath coming in rough waves against my skin.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers against my throat.
I smile, because that same exact thought just went through my own head. “Oh, I think I have an idea,” I reply.
His left hand palms one of my breasts, and he groans as his right hand dips into my pants.
“Off,” he says simply, tugging at the elastic band.
He doesn’t have to ask twice. I scoot back to my empty seat and begin removing the rest of my clothes while I watch him unzip his jeans.
His eyes are all over me as he rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth. When the only article of clothing remaining between us is his unbuttoned pair of jeans, I scoot toward him.
I feel ridiculously self-conscious that I’m in my car in the parking lot of my workplace and I’m completely naked. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never really wanted to do anything like this before. I love how desperate we are for each other right now, but I also know I’ve never felt this kind of chemistry with anyone before.
I place my hands on his shoulders and begin to straddle him while he slides on the condom.
“Keep it quiet,” he says teasingly. “I’d hate to be the reason you get fired.”
I glance at the window, still unable to see outside. “It’s raining too hard for anyone to hear us,” I say. “Besides, you were the louder one last time.”
He dismisses that with a quick laugh and begins kissing me again. His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me to him, readying himself against me. This position would normally cause me to moan, but I’m suddenly feeling stubborn with my noises now that he’s mentioned it.
“There’s no way I was the louder one,” he says with his lips still touching mine. “If anything, we tied.”
I shake my head. “I don’t believe in ending things with a tie. That’s a copout for people who are too scared they might lose.”
His hands meet my hips, and he’s positioned against me in such a way all I would have to do to take him inside me would be to allow it to happen. However, I’m refusing to lower myself onto him simply because I like competition and I feel one about to begin.
He lifts his hips, obviously ready to get things going between us. My legs tense, and I pull away just enough.