Free Cutest Couple by Kate Davies
Authors: Kate Davies
her tears.
It had been so long. So long since she’d been held like this, like she was something precious to be cherished and cared for. So long since she’d been in Marc’s arms. So, so long.
Turning her head, she pressed a kiss to the bare skin at the base of his neck, right above the collar of his dress shirt. His hand stopped in mid-stroke, the heat of his wide palm radiating against her back.
“Bree.” His voice was tight, almost strangled. “We shouldn’t.”
“I know.” She kissed up his neck, trailing her lips along his rough-smooth jawline, fine stubble catching the sensitive skin and making her shiver. “But I want to, anyway. And you do, too. Admit it.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
Which was as much an admission as if he’d said the words. She smiled fiercely and traced the curve of his ear with her tongue. He shuddered and she smiled again, gratified to know that his sensitive spots hadn’t changed since the last time they’d been here.
His hands gripped her upper arms and he tried to set her away from him. “I can’t take advantage of that.”
“But I can.” She kissed him then, hot and wet and dirty, her tongue dipping in his mouth to taste and stroke and explore. When she moved away, they were both panting, and his grip had gone slack. “I want you, Marc. I want this. Yes, I had a few too many earlier tonight. But I’m not drunk anymore, I promise. Just relaxed enough to take a chance.”
He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face.
Pushing against his shoulders, she maneuvered him to the far edge of the seat. Then she crawled forward on her knees, not stopping until she was straddling him. She slid forward in his lap, the skirt of her dress hitching up to the tops of her thighs.
He groaned as she pressed against the hard length of him, more blatantly than she ever remembered doing in high school. She leaned in, her mouth barely touching his ear. “Please?”
“God help me,” he muttered, his eyes finally opening. “I can’t say no to you.”
Yes . Her heart thudded in her chest. Reaching over to the other seat, she groped for her purse. Her elbow hit the horn on the way back up, drawing a nervous laugh out of her. “Uh, maybe we should take this into the backseat.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Gripping her around the waist, Marc shifted both of them into the passenger seat, Bree still straddling his lap. Then he reached down and released the seat back until it reclined almost completely.
Leaning back, he gazed up at Bree with raw hunger in his eyes.
“I’m all yours.”
* * *
Shit. That had been a little closer to the truth than he’d ever planned on getting.
“Then take me,” she whispered. “Take me now.”
He slid his hands slowly up her bare thighs, the calluses on his fingers catching lightly on her soft skin. She shivered under his touch, her legs falling open a little more as he slid higher and higher. His fingertips reached the edge of her bikini panties, his thumbs stroking back and forth, barely ghosting over the fabric covering her mound. Just the slightest touch, not enough pressure to do much of anything except tease a reaction out of her.
She reached blindly behind her and gripped his knees with her hands, arching into his touch, wordlessly demanding more. Acquiescing to her request, he pressed in, searching for her clit through the thin fabric. Suddenly she gasped, her body frozen in place as he stroked her.
Circling the spot with the pad of his thumb, he reached up with his other hand and slid the zipper on her dress all the way down.
The silky fabric dropped away from her shoulders, holding her arms in place as it pooled around her hips. He took a moment to pull the dress back up over her head and toss it onto the floor of the car, leaving her in just a lacy black bra and matching panties. “Beautiful,” he breathed, pressing an openmouthed kiss to the inside curve of her breast.
Reaching behind
It had been so long. So long since she’d been held like this, like she was something precious to be cherished and cared for. So long since she’d been in Marc’s arms. So, so long.
Turning her head, she pressed a kiss to the bare skin at the base of his neck, right above the collar of his dress shirt. His hand stopped in mid-stroke, the heat of his wide palm radiating against her back.
“Bree.” His voice was tight, almost strangled. “We shouldn’t.”
“I know.” She kissed up his neck, trailing her lips along his rough-smooth jawline, fine stubble catching the sensitive skin and making her shiver. “But I want to, anyway. And you do, too. Admit it.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
Which was as much an admission as if he’d said the words. She smiled fiercely and traced the curve of his ear with her tongue. He shuddered and she smiled again, gratified to know that his sensitive spots hadn’t changed since the last time they’d been here.
His hands gripped her upper arms and he tried to set her away from him. “I can’t take advantage of that.”
“But I can.” She kissed him then, hot and wet and dirty, her tongue dipping in his mouth to taste and stroke and explore. When she moved away, they were both panting, and his grip had gone slack. “I want you, Marc. I want this. Yes, I had a few too many earlier tonight. But I’m not drunk anymore, I promise. Just relaxed enough to take a chance.”
He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face.
Pushing against his shoulders, she maneuvered him to the far edge of the seat. Then she crawled forward on her knees, not stopping until she was straddling him. She slid forward in his lap, the skirt of her dress hitching up to the tops of her thighs.
He groaned as she pressed against the hard length of him, more blatantly than she ever remembered doing in high school. She leaned in, her mouth barely touching his ear. “Please?”
“God help me,” he muttered, his eyes finally opening. “I can’t say no to you.”
Yes . Her heart thudded in her chest. Reaching over to the other seat, she groped for her purse. Her elbow hit the horn on the way back up, drawing a nervous laugh out of her. “Uh, maybe we should take this into the backseat.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Gripping her around the waist, Marc shifted both of them into the passenger seat, Bree still straddling his lap. Then he reached down and released the seat back until it reclined almost completely.
Leaning back, he gazed up at Bree with raw hunger in his eyes.
“I’m all yours.”
* * *
Shit. That had been a little closer to the truth than he’d ever planned on getting.
“Then take me,” she whispered. “Take me now.”
He slid his hands slowly up her bare thighs, the calluses on his fingers catching lightly on her soft skin. She shivered under his touch, her legs falling open a little more as he slid higher and higher. His fingertips reached the edge of her bikini panties, his thumbs stroking back and forth, barely ghosting over the fabric covering her mound. Just the slightest touch, not enough pressure to do much of anything except tease a reaction out of her.
She reached blindly behind her and gripped his knees with her hands, arching into his touch, wordlessly demanding more. Acquiescing to her request, he pressed in, searching for her clit through the thin fabric. Suddenly she gasped, her body frozen in place as he stroked her.
Circling the spot with the pad of his thumb, he reached up with his other hand and slid the zipper on her dress all the way down.
The silky fabric dropped away from her shoulders, holding her arms in place as it pooled around her hips. He took a moment to pull the dress back up over her head and toss it onto the floor of the car, leaving her in just a lacy black bra and matching panties. “Beautiful,” he breathed, pressing an openmouthed kiss to the inside curve of her breast.
Reaching behind