Underneath It All. Lori Borrill

he’d still like to end the evening with his honor intact, that idea was becoming more doubtful by the moment.

      She repositioned herself, moving up onto her knees, then straddling his lap, placing her body between him and the steering wheel then lacing her hands around his neck.

      “Yeah,” she said, her voice breathy with sex and her lips a mere inch from his. She brushed the tip of her nose against his and teased him with a look filled with intent.

      He raised his hands to her waist and squeezed, and her resulting shiver raised his temperature another notch.

      The woman was insanely gorgeous and delightfully bold. In the darkness of the night, her sun-kissed features took on an erotic shade of gold, and the shadows shrouded her in a new kind of mystery.

      She nudged her nose against his ear and sucked in a breath when he slid his hands up her waist and caressed his thumbs against her breasts.

      “You can touch them, you know,” she whispered, then guided one hand down to her thigh. “Or are you a leg man?”

      His dick hardened to steel while his will dissolved into space, and unable to answer the question, he simply nudged his lips to hers and crushed them with a kiss.

      Her muscles tensed with heat then softened as if her whole body sucked in a breath then relaxed in his embrace, and he responded by groaning out a statement of unadulterated pleasure. The woman tasted of cream and felt like spun satin, and as he ran his hands over her, her moans of need urged him on.

      She was going to kill him. Hot, ripe and ready, she claimed him with every brush of her tongue against his. She cupped his chin with her hands, driving the kiss deeper, sucking his gentlemanly intentions and chivalrous honor right out of him. Her body pulsed against his, her legs tightened at his waist, and when he slid his fingers up to the junction at her thighs, the liquid heat had him nearly bursting in his pants.

      “Oh, God,” he groaned, but the words drowned in her mouth, lost in the passion between them. He slipped his thumbs up under her panties and brushed them against her folds, and when she sucked in a sharp breath, he knew he was a goner.

      Condoms. There were condoms in the glove compartment. He was almost certain.

      Sliding her hands down between them, she yanked against the seat belt and snapped open the lock, never once moving her lips from his. His mouth had become her mouth, his breath her breath, and if she was doing what he thought she was doing, the rest of their bodies were about to join as well.

      He could feel her pulse in his hands, light moisture over her skin, and when she finally pulled away, he saw a fiery look in eyes filled with need.

      “Tell me you’ve got condoms,” she said, the tone closer to a beg than a question.

      He nodded, the affirmation bringing a smile of intention to her face. She unfastened his slacks and pulled the waistband down to his thighs, his hands never leaving the soft mounds of her ass. With the clothing pushed aside, his cock sprung between them, firm, hard and ready for whatever she had in mind.

      “Ooh,” she groaned in a tone that spoke of pleasant surprise.

      “You like what you see?”

      “Oh, yeah,” she said, then pressed her lips close to his ear and added, “I’m just trying to decide whether I want to ride it or taste it.”

      His cock jerked, his heart pounding heavy as more blood rushed to his loins. Did she have any clue what she was doing to him?

      Sliding her hand between them, she palmed his erection and whispered in his ear. “Mmm, so many choices.”

      Given the way she worked him, Devon feared her choices were about to blow. Gently, she slid her fingers over his shaft, caressing the soft tip with her thumb then gliding her hand down lower and tickling his balls. He swallowed, trying to hold on to his composure by concentrating on the heat between her thighs. Brushing his thumbs against her folds, the wet need greeted him, prodding him to go farther, and he responded by slipping a thumb inside.

      She gasped and answered, “Yes,” as he began pumping his thumb in and out, matching the rhythm of her hand around his shaft. She began rocking against him, the two of them falling into a motion that would soon bring them to completion if one of them wasn’t careful. And Devon feared it would be him. She’d soaked his hand with her sex, the sweet scent permeating the space around them and driving him further toward the edge while her fingers touched just lightly enough to keep him aching for more.

      The woman was good. Real good. Holding him right where she wanted him, on that searing edge where his climax threatened yet remained unfulfilled.

      For the moment.

      A bead of moisture leaked from his tip and she dabbed it then licked it off her finger, the sexy look in her eyes nearly sealing the deal right there.

      “You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, thrusting his thumb deeper inside while he braced her hip with his other hand. Her eyes grew heavy, as if her own orgasm was near, and Devon decided if he didn’t get inside her right now, this evening would end on a humiliating note.