Page 32 of Beneath the Burn

Silence. So dense it weighted the air in Charlee’s lungs. Straddle him?

Jay’s palm slid up her spine, raising bumps there, and returned to the back of the seat. A pulse of reckless want built up between them. Looking at his beautiful face, feeling that momentary comfort of his hand along her back, it was a glimmer of promise that left her burning for more.

Roy had stolen so much from her, but her desire to touch and be touched was still embedded deep within her. She hungered for physical closeness, in friendship or otherwise. “This will be a much more intimate position.”

His brown eyes clung to her like slow-moving molasses. “Exactly.”

Good lord, his sexiness issued from the purr of his voice, the dimple in his cheek, the lazy way his Adam’s apple nodded in his throat, and his vulnerability with touching. Hell, even wearing the stupid wig, he was tempting. She closed her eyes to break the trance.

“What are you thinking?” Warm exhales steamed against her lips.

She opened her eyes and found him watching her from inches away, stealing her breath. “Your security team is waiting for us.”

A flex rippled through his arms. He didn’t spare a glance at Colson and Tony, their backs to the SUV, keeping a vigil on the empty parking lot.

“We’re safe and in no hurry.” He bit his bottom lip, staring at hers. “Whenever you’re ready. My arms will stay here.” He patted the headrests on either side of him. “To prove to myself I don’t need to restrain you from touching me.”

The discussion about moving her to L.A. waited for them at the hotel. If she was going to consider his offer, they should feel comfortable enough to trust each other in this small thing.

Besides, he was so inviting, sitting there, chewing his lip, she wanted to close the distance just to lick where his teeth were.

She tossed his sunglasses on the seat and slid off his lap. He wasn’t a big man, but his presence was formidable, exuding potency and overwhelming the space around him. He moved his legs closer together and kept his arms outstretched, watching her, waiting.

Slowly, she placed a knee on the seat beside his hip and reached overhead, bracing her palms on the roof.

Curiosity nudged her. She wanted to pursue this connection with him, had to know where it would take her. She swung her other leg over his and hugged his narrow lap with her knees. A foot of emptiness separated their groins. Almost there.

He was motionless beneath her with his head tilted back and his eyes on hers.

The strength of his gaze tingled her cheeks and prodded her to close the distance. Would he trust her if she put her hands behind her back where he couldn’t see them? Could she trust herself to leave them there?

“Closer, Charlee.” He stretched his neck and opened his mouth for hers.

She pressed her hands to the roof and dipped her head. The gap was too great for a full kiss. His tongue stretched and the tip teased hers, coaxing a quiver in her inner thigh. The touches slid into licks and their tongues tangled through wet greedy pants. They arched toward one another, and her hands on the roof became fingertips, slipping.

He nipped at her bottom lip and missed. “You taste so fucking good. Come here.” He bucked his hips, but the space between them prevented contact.

Straining toward him as she was, her fingers teetered on the ceiling. Her noisy breaths matched his, making her question her sanity.

In the confines of Roy’s penthouse, she experienced sexual desire against her will. But Noah taught her how to want it and the professional Doms showed her how to develop it.

She craved affection above all, and despite Jay’s limitation on touch, he gave tenderness in the dance of his tongue, the softness of his tone, and the way he looked at her as if he adored her. Even more, he was stretched out beneath her, willing her to explore with anything but her hands.

She lowered herself onto his lap until her fingers lost their hold on the roof. The contact of his arousal against her pussy stole her breath. She wanted to cup his gorgeous face and bury her tongue in his mouth, but she held her palms up and away. “No hands, but arms are okay, right? Just like the piggyback ride?”

A raw unquiet stirred in the cab. His body hardened and vibrated around them. His voice hushed through the tension. “I’ll keep my shit tight. I promise.”

The steadiness in his eyes chased away any doubt she might’ve had. He would probably chew off his fist before he used it against her.

She draped her arms over his shoulders and dangled her hands behind the seat. “This okay?”

“Yeah.” He arched his hips against her and the leather creaked. “Fuck, I want you closer. Relax your legs.”

She let gravity press her down, mold her body into his. The warmth of his chest soaked into hers and she knew in that moment, it would kill her to let him go.