See, that's the thing with Nita. She wasn't just a woman I wanted. She was the one I couldn't resist. The one who made logic disappear from a room in an instant.
I shifted, pulling her onto my lap, the space inside the car suddenly too small, too restricting. She gasped softly, and I swallowed the sound, tilting my seat back to give us more room. I took her dress off, maeuvered my fingers through her underwear and found the warmth of her folds, wet and waiting.
She moaned and arched into me, her breath shaky.
God, she was beautiful. The way she responded to me, the way her body spoke and the way she would bite her lips. She still didn't know how to accept her passion quietly. The guards were professional, we wouldn't be bothered but for fucks' sakes, it shouldn't be an announcement.
