I feel like a dick. A jealous, enraged, out-of-control asshole. I had her right where I wanted her. In my arms, in the bathroom, her body pressed to mine. She would’ve left with me right then, no questions asked.
But I had to go and test her and myself by putting that stipulation on us first. Why the hell did I do that? Why did I torture myself and her too? I thought it would be no big deal, watching her flirt with other guys.
Truly? I didn’t even think she’d do it. I was thinking she’d hang out with her friends and wait me out. That was my original plan—to wait this out. See if I still wanted to take her home. If the occasional female approached me, I’d chat her up but never take it too far. I’m not interested in anyone else.
Just Ava.
Then someone had to call me over and Ava witnessed it. I forget sometimes she can be just as stubborn as me. She went right out and found a guy and I couldn’t stand it. I showed all my cards with that reaction.
Such a jealous fuck. I can’t take it.
“You want me to be real with you?” I ask her.
She frowns, nodding slowly. “For the love of God, please .”
“You’re right. I was testing you.”
“I knew it.” Her eyes narrow and she crosses her arms. “Did I fail?”
“No, you passed with flying fucking colors.” I contemplate her, drinking in her beauty and her anger and everything that makes her the Ava I love so damn much. I’ve got nothing to lose, so I’m shooting my shot. “Come home with me.”
My heart stops. If she so much as hesitates—
“Yes,” she says, without any hesitation whatsoever. “Let’s go.”
I take her hand, lacing my fingers with hers, and we exit through the front door. Race down the walkway and hit the sidewalk that lines the street, our steps brisk. We don’t look at each other. She doesn’t say a word, and neither do I, because I’m fucking overcome right now. She said yes.
She’s leaving with me.
It feels like it takes ten years to get to my car, especially since we’re still not talking, both of us too intent on arriving at our destination. I unlock the doors with my key fob, opening the passenger door for her like a fucking gentleman. She climbs in, without a word, and I shut the door, afraid to look at her face. Worried I’ll see disgust or regret written all over it.
I don’t think I could take that.
Rounding the front of the vehicle like the road is on fire, I slip into the driver’s seat in seconds, breathless. I can feel her eyes on me as I lean toward the dash to start the car, and that’s when she comes at me.
Next thing I know she’s straddling my lap and I’m scrambling, reaching for the side of my chair to push the seat back, her lips crashing on mine, her hands cupping my face, keeping me still as she basically devours my mouth. I let her take complete control, my hands slowly going to her waist and pinning her in place, afraid she might run.
I don’t think I could take it if she ran. Or told me to stop.
She throws herself into the kiss, her lips insistent, her tongue wrapping around mine. She grinds that fine little body of hers against me, and I can feel the heat of her pussy pressing against my dick, even through her jeans and mine. In seconds, I’m hard as a rock and dying to get inside her, but I can’t push. I can’t rush.
I want to savor her. I want it all.
“You are so infuriating,” she whispers against my lips right before she nips at them. “Seriously, Eli. Why are you like this?”
“It’s my natural charm.” I can’t help but joke, even during such a serious moment. More than serious.
This moment could be life-changing.
Her fingers slip beneath my sweatshirt and graze my stomach, the lightest touch setting me on fire. “Baby, slow down,” I tell her when those hands slip lower, her fingers playing with the button on the front of my jeans.
“No,” she whispers as she undoes the button, then gently pulls down the zipper. Fuck, her fingers are so close to my dick, I’m afraid I’ll come if she so much as barely touches me. “Do you want to do—this in the car?”
“Do what? Fuck?” I toss the harsh word out on purpose to gauge her reaction.
Will she be offended? Old Ava wasn’t fazed by my filthy mouth whatsoever, though I never brought it to its full potential when we were naked.
Major regret.
Her eyes flare with heat and she brushes her mouth lightly against mine, her lips tickling me when she speaks. “Is that what you want to do? Fuck me in your car, Eli?”
Both of my hands are on her ass as I pull her in close, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me. “What do you think?”
She reaches inside my jeans, her fingers brushing against my dick. “I think you should quit talking and start fucking, if you want this to happen.”
What the hell?
Realizing she means business, I stop talking and get down to it, just like she said. She helps me along, shoving my jeans down before she slips her hand into the front of my boxer briefs. Her fingers curl around my erect cock and she gives it a squeeze, nearly making my eyes cross.
I kiss her, fumbling with her jeans until I’ve got them shoved down far enough that it becomes incredibly awkward. She removes her hand from my boxers and takes care of them, discarding the jeans onto the floorboard of my car before she thrusts her face in mine once more. “Maybe we should take this to the back seat.”
“It’ll be uncomfortable,” I warn her.
“For you. I’ll be fine.” She smiles. “Fuck me in the car or let me go forever, Bennett.”
Damn, this girl. What is she saying? Let her go forever?
Fat-fucking chance of that ever happening.
“I’ll make it work.” I drop little kisses along her slender neck, her skin breaking out in tiny goosebumps. “I’d do just about anything to get inside you.”
She rises up, resting her hands on my chest, sitting right on top of my dick. Her hair is mussed and her eyes are heavy as she watches me, licking her upper lip. I watch her, completely entranced.
I’ve missed her so damn bad. More than I even wanted to admit to myself.
“Anything?” She raises her brows as she slides her hands under my hoodie once more, trailing her fingers along my stomach. “Would you get naked for me in the front seat of your car?”
I glance out the window, my heart racing. No one’s around at the moment. “Take it off,” I tell her, as I meet her gaze once more, waving at my sweatshirt.
She pushes the fabric up, revealing my abs. My chest. I lift my arms, and she tugs the hoodie up and over my head, taking my T-shirt along with it before she tosses both items toward the back seat, landing God knows where. Her gaze roves across my shoulders and chest, lingering on my abs. “You look more muscular.”
“I work out a lot more,” I tell her, distracted by the feel of her pussy pressed against my dick. Her panties are thin. Black. My fingers itch to slip inside and test her. See how wet she is.
I bet she’s fucking soaked.
“This is probably a mistake,” she murmurs, just before she leans over me, her mouth finding mine. She sucks on my lower lip, my dick growing harder with every pull of her mouth, I swear to God. “I shouldn’t fuck you. My friends say you don’t deserve me.”
The mistake remark hurts, more than I want to admit, even to myself, but I say nothing. Just bury my hands in her hair and pull her mouth closer to mine.
“But I’ve missed your hands on me, Eli,” she continues, a hiss leaving her when I remove my hands from her hair and grip her heart-shaped ass. “Oh God, I could probably come like this.”
I shift her back and forth across my cock, creating friction. She moves her hips, pressing downward as a gasp escapes her. Her thighs squeeze and I lift up at the same time I pull her downward.
We’re basically dry humping in the driver’s seat of my car. Someone could catch us at any second. I look out the window once more, realizing just how on display Ava is while I’m lying back in the seat and no one can really see me.
“Let’s take this back here,” I mutter, indicating to the back seat with my head.
She shakes her head, her hips still rolling. “Not—” her breathing hitches, “—yet.”
Oh fuck. She’s getting off on me. Like, actually getting off. I rest my hands on her hips and help her move, watching as she leans her head back, exposing her throat, her hands braced on my chest.
So hot.
“I’m—oh God.” A jolt seems to run straight through her and her body shakes, an agonized moan falling from her lips. I hold her tight against my erection, surprised she came so fast.
Can’t help but be a little impressed.
Ava lifts her head and opens her eyes, smiling lazily down at me. “I just came.”
“I know.”
“It wasn’t a very big one.” A shiver steals over her. “But it was good.”
“I can make you come harder,” I say, my voice laced with promise.
She continues to move, her hips slowly rolling back and forth. “Really?”
“You doubt my abilities? I’ve given you multiple orgasms over the years,” I remind her. “But we need to get in the back seat. Anyone could see you, babe.”
“No one’s paying attention to me.” She leans in and brushes a kiss against my lips. “Except for you.”
The kiss turns filthy in an instant. Sloppy. Our tongues tangle, my fingers slipping beneath her panties, so I can touch her bare ass. She groans into my mouth and I break away from her first, my breathing ragged. “Back seat,” I demand.
She climbs off of me and practically throws herself back there. I follow after her, my intent clear as I grab her by the waist and roll her over so she’s facing me. Her eyes are huge as she stares up at me, her breathing rapid, her cheeks flushed from the earlier orgasm. “I like how bossy you are.”
“Really?” I lift a brow.
Ava nods and reaches out, her fingers curling around the open flap of my jeans, her knuckles brushing against my dick. “It’s hot.”
Hmm. Interesting.
“Take the panties off,” I tell her, my voice firm. I usually prefer taking them off for her, but it’s been a while and I’m down for changing our normal routine.
Her eyes flare with heat as she reaches for the thin waistband of her panties and slowly pulls them down, lifting her butt, tugging the thin black fabric down her thighs. Over her knees. Falling down her calves until they stop at her feet. She already took her shoes off earlier, and she slips off her socks, then starts to kick off her panties. I reach for them at the last second, pulling them off and bringing them to my nose.
Like a sick fuck, I inhale, her familiar scent hitting my senses like a punch to the gut. She smiles, shaking her head.
“Eli,” she says softly.
“Ava,” I return, hovering above her, discarding the panties. She’s still got her sweater on but nothing else. And the sweater is so long I can’t really see anything, but I can smell her. I tug on the hem, suddenly impatient. “Take this off.”