Лорен Донер - Smiley

Smiley recovered faster than she did. He straightened in the seat, his back still turned, and pulled his torn tank top over his head. She guessed he used it to clean up. He finally faced her and their eyes met.

“Are you okay?”

It stunned her that he was concerned for her. “Yes.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

She wasn’t. Not even when he shifted on the seat and came down on top of her. He braced his arms on both sides of her and his face hovered inches above hers. He was close enough to kiss. Her vision must have adjusted to the dimness because she could make out his features a lot better than before.

“I don’t have lotion.”

“Okay.”

“You’re soaked, babe. I need to rub against you to coat myself or I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”

It took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. She felt her cheeks heat up and hated the way she blushed so easily. “Oh. I understand.”

He shifted a little more and she was surprised when his cock rubbed against her pussy. He’d just come but he was still rock-hard. He didn’t even need to use his hands but instead adjusted his hips to slide the shaft along her slit. Her gaze locked with his and she again realized just how sexy he was. The streetlight coming in through the front of the SUV illuminated his face clearly.

The pain hadn’t returned yet but she wanted to kiss him. He rolled his hips, sliding the tip of his cock against her clit. She moaned and he froze.

“Don’t do that,” he rasped. “You have no idea how much I want you. I’d die just to possess you once. You’re so beautiful, Vanni.”

No man had ever said that before. It might just be a line he used but the sincere look in his eyes made her believe him. She didn’t plan to touch his face but it happened anyway. She just couldn’t resist cupping his cheeks.

“Really?”

“I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

She bit her lip and took a deep breath. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to the ring on her left hand. She let go of his face and reached behind him. She tugged the engagement ring but it didn’t want to budge. Vanni was persistent. When the band slid off, she let it drop to the floor of the SUV.

Smiley moved to the right a little and stared down at the discarded ring. He frowned then looked at her. “Why did you do that?”

“I’m too honest and will have to tell my fiancé about what happened between us. He’ll never marry me. It’s over.”

“He can’t blame you if you had no part in our drugging.”

“You don’t know him. I don’t think I knew him as well as I thought either, until recently. It’s okay. I think I’m doing both of us a favor by taking that off.”

A hot flash hit and she closed her eyes, breathing through it. Smiley lifted to put more room between their bodies and sat up. She reached out a hand and he grasped it, holding on tightly.

“It’s going to pass. I’m right here with you.”

She opened her eyes and used his tight grip to pull herself into a sitting position. She had to scoot away from him a little to do it. “I need you.”

“Lie back down.”

Her hands trembled as she gripped her shirt, trying to get it off but feeling too shaky to undress. Sweat poured off her. “Get these clothes off me.”

He hesitated.

“Please?”

He brushed her hands aside and yanked her shirt over her head. His gaze lowered to her bra and he licked his lips.

“All of it. Please. I’m so hot.”

“I could turn on the engine and run the air-conditioning.”

“Please?” Panic gripped her. “I’m burning up!”

He leaned forward, reached around her, unclasped the bra and tugged it off with an efficiency that bespoke experience. The skirt came off next, the elastic waist making it simple for him to tug it down her legs. Her panties were destroyed and she had no idea where her shoes were. She couldn’t remember losing them but they were gone.

“Fuck.” Smiley didn’t try to hide his thorough examination of her bare body. “You’re perfect.”

The hot flash passed and she wished she’d kept some of her clothes on. Carl had gifted her with a gym membership to lose fifteen pounds before their upcoming wedding. Smiley didn’t seem to mind those extra curves as he openly admired her with a hungry expression. He didn’t point out her flaws. She reached for him.

“Kiss me.”

He hesitated. “We should partially cover you.”

The rejection hurt her feelings and she shrank away. “I’m sorry.”

He was there in an instant, scooting across the seat. “For what?”

She drew up her knees in a sad attempt to cover her breasts and shield her pussy from his view. “I suck at being forward.”

His fingers brushed her hair away from her shoulder and he stroked her arm with the back of his knuckles. She smothered a moan. Her body was turned-on and she didn’t seem to have an off switch. To her senses, even the barest touches seemed amplified.

“Vanni? Look at me.”

It took courage but she did it. Their gazes locked.

“Talk to me. How are you trying to be forward? I’m unsure of what you mean. Be blunt. What are you thinking?”

She’d always been a bit shy and passive when it came to sex. Of course she’d never been dosed with a drug that made her breasts feel heavy and ache to be touched. Her pussy throbbed so much it was turning into real pain.

“I took off the ring.” She swallowed. “I need you.” It was difficult to tell him that she wanted him to fuck her and she couldn’t get those exact words out. “You, um, don’t have to take care of yourself. We could help each other.”

That soft growly groan he uttered was sexy and made her ache.

“I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow after the drug is out of your system. You’ll regret it.”

“Maybe.” She decided to be honest. “But tomorrow isn’t right now. And I won’t hate you. I’ll beat myself up if I have to blame someone. I want you.”

“Are you certain?” He stopped stroking her arm.

“Yes.”

“Are you on the Pill or any form of birth control?”

“Yes and I have a clean bill of health. What about you?”

“Species don’t carry diseases.”

She lowered her gaze to his chest. He was muscular and broad-chested. “You’re perfect too.” A stabbing pain shot up her spine. She clutched his upper arm. “It’s starting again.”

He leaned closer and reached behind her seat. She wondered what he was doing until the seatback reclined. She collapsed with it and gasped. Smiley slid off the seat, breaking her hold on him, and fumbled with something near his legs. The front driver’s seat clicked and he shoved it forward. He straightened to his knees in the less cramped space between the seats and gripped her thighs. One tug and her ass slid to the edge of the leather. He wedged his hips between her spread thighs and bent over until his face hovered inches above her own.

“I’ll be gentle.”

She was about to have sex with a stranger. She always thought it would be impersonal and cold. It didn’t feel that way when he smiled. It put her at ease. Smiley didn’t just enter her, he kissed her instead. She wrapped one arm around his middle and the other over his shoulder, her hands exploring the expanse of his back. He was warm and had silky-soft skin, considering he looked so tough. He reached between them and massaged her clit.

She tore her mouth away from his and moaned. “I hurt.”

“Wrap your legs around me as high as possible.”

She didn’t argue or question him but pulled her knees higher and clamped her inner thighs against his ribs. It trapped one of her arms under his but he pressed his weight down to pin her there when she tried to wiggle it free.