Page 63 of Swept Away

Smiling, I lean back and look away, still aware of his stare on my face.

Eventually, he turns his eyes away from me and speaks with Mason.

“She looks great,” he murmurs as if I’m not in the car with them, hearing everything they say.

Mason doesn’t comment, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.

“You’re good back there?” he asks.

I nod, grappling with a blush.

Warmth softens his eyes as if he smiles.

They continue their conversation while I shift my focus to the view.

The window is down when a gust of wind sweeps in and rolls down my legs before lifting my skirt.

Distracted, I press my hand to keep my skirt in place, my mind adrift, memories flashing in front of my eyes.

Not long ago, I swore off men. Had nothing against them. They just didn’t work for me. And I didn’t even think about sex.

Sex was always an afterthought with them, and now it’s what we are obsessed with.

We.Mason, Carter, and I.

I smile again at my naughty thoughts when I realize Carter has moved his eyes to me and is now studying me in silence.

He speaks as I meet his eyes.

“We’re almost there,” he says.

I bet that’s not what he was thinking about.

His eyes drift slowly from my eyes to my lips, my dress, and my legs.

He can’t help himself and shifts in his seat again and slides his hand to me.

He asks me to come closer, and I pivot in my seat so he can reach me.

His hand moves up my skirt, his knuckles gently stroking my skin.

“Mason said you hadn’t had a man in a while,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on me, his fingers trailing the delicate edge of my underwear.

Before long, he runs his thumb up my slit through the soft fabric again, rubbing my clit through my panties.

A wave of heat breaks across my skin as soft pulsations spin in my core.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he slides his fingers inside my underwear and does the same thing, only now straight on my flesh.

Not only does he move his thumb between my folds, but he also uses his middle finger to press against my entrance.

Anticipation spins in my chest.

“You like it?” he murmurs, a lustful grin on his lips, his fiery eyes sliding to my mouth, his free hand adjusting his erection.

I nod softly before pulling to the edge of my seat and meeting his touch better.

I drape an arm over the back of his seat, the other sliding around his neck.