Free More Than Exes by Elizabeth Briggs

that to her. I loved feeling her body underneath mine again.
    I dipped lower, kissing along her collarbone, down the V of her shirt, across the top of her soft breasts. She gripped my hair hard, holding me to her chest, and for once, I was thankful I’d let it grow so long. I wanted to yank her top off, but we were still out in the open, where anyone could see us. Not that I cared much at the moment.
    I moved back up to claim her lips and slipped a hand under her shirt. She gasped against my mouth as I slid my fingers across her smooth stomach up to her lacy bra, cupping each breast in my palm and tracing her nipples through the fabric. She arched up, legs wrapping around me, drawing me closer, grinding her body against my hips.
    Her little, breathless cries did more to turn me on than she could ever know. I was harder than I’d been in years, practically bursting through my jeans to get to her. Her hands slid down to finger my studded belt, like she knew what I needed. She undid the buckle, and it made a soft clank as it hit the hood. Then she reached for my jeans, popping them open, relieving a little pressure there.
    Someone whooped behind us, and we froze. I lifted myself off Alexis and glared at the two guys walking past, ogling us like they’d never seen two people making out on the hood of a car before.
    Alexis slipped out from under me. For a second, I worried those guys had ruined our night together, but then she opened the car door and climbed into the backseat.
    “You coming?” she asked in a teasing voice.
    I grinned at her. “Soon, I hope.”
    She laughed, and I followed her inside. The backseat of the MINI was bigger than you’d expect from the outside, but there still wasn’t a lot of room to move around in. At least the windows were tinted, giving us some privacy. I sat beside her on the dark leather seats but hesitated. This wasn’t my style, hooking up with someone for a quickie in the back of a car.
    But this wasn’t some random girl I’d just met in the club. This was Alexis . We’d been each other’s firsts. We’d learned how to please other people by practicing on each other. I knew her, inside and out—or, at least, I had once. I wanted to know her again, in every sense of the word.
    “If we’re going too fast…” she started, her face etched with concern.
    “No,” I said. “I want this. I want you.”
    “Good.” She put her hands on my jaw and pulled me to her, kissing me hard. And just like that, my brain shut off again.
    I gripped the hem of her top and yanked it off her. My eyes devoured her delicate, bare shoulders, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and that lacy bra teasing at what was underneath. God, she was the sexiest girl I’d ever seen. But that bra had to go.
    I unhooked it and tossed it into the front seat. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I remembered, round and lush, with large, taut nipples just begging for me to suck on them. I cupped them in my hands and kissed each one, using my mouth and tongue to make her sigh. I knew what she liked, what drove her mad with pleasure, what made her gasp and cry my name. And I did it all.
    “Kyle,” she pleaded and tugged on my shirt.
    I released her and sat back, letting her take over. She pulled my shirt off, and her eyes swept over me, taking in the sight of my inked skin, of everything that had changed since she’d last seen me. Her lips quirked up in a smile, and I knew she approved.
    She leaned forward and kissed me again, her bare breasts crushing against my naked chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and she moved onto my lap, straddling me. I loved the feel of her like this, her skin against mine. Now if only our jeans weren’t in the way.
    Her lips brushed across my neck, along the flames and waves dancing along my skin, and up to my earlobe. She traced the round black gauge with her tongue, and I dug my fingers into her hips to steady myself as twangs of hot pleasure shot through