Collide Book 2 - Page 56

Emily glanced at him, her senses heated by his s.e.xual tone. “Oh, have you?” She cleared her throat, pulling her eyes from his as she pressed the gas harder than intended. The car leapt forward as she made a quick right out of the development. “And what are the other things you’ve done while listening to this song with me in your thoughts?”

Still gazing at her, his mouth turned up in a wicked grin, his voice low as he lifted his arm, ma.s.saging the back of her neck. “I’m usually in the shower with hot water spraying all over my body.”

Emily’s breath hitched, stuck in the back of her throat as he dragged his hand from her neck, down her shoulder, brus.h.i.+ng against the swell of her breast. “And then?” she breathed, trying to concentrate on the ramp leading onto the San Diego freeway. She rolled down the window, allowing fresh air into the small s.p.a.ce that’d suddenly become sweltering. “Please tell me what you do to yourself.”

Oh yes. Gavin had created a s.e.xual monster, and he loved Every. f.u.c.king. Bit. He flicked his blue eyes to the speedometer. She didn’t realize it, but his s.e.xual angel was nearing 80 mph as she weaved in and out of other vehicles, her s.h.i.+ny hair whipping around her heart-shaped face. Continuing his pursuit along the side of her body, he adjusted his seat back slightly as his hand slowly moved down to the waist band of her sweatpants. Nice easy access.

He teased his fingers against her stomach, lingering before dipping below the material. He felt Emily tense, the car jolting forward, faster as he slipped his hand lower still. Holy s.h.i.+t. She wasn’t wearing any panties. d.i.c.k hard as a rock, Gavin couldn’t help the groan rumbling up his throat. With Nine Inch Nails now pummeling through the car, screaming about f.u.c.king like animals, Gavin was more than pleased with his playlist. As Emily parted her legs, Gavin glided his hand down the smooth, bare flesh of her p.u.s.s.y, his fingers instantly slick as he pushed them inside her. A moan tore past Emily’s lips, and Gavin watched her hands grip the wheel tighter. He slid his fingers in and out with the steady beat pulsating from the speakers. Faster, the vehicle surged forward, nearing 110 mph as Emily lifted her left foot onto the edge of her seat. Emily tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering closed as he pushed deeper, harder.

“Eyes on the road, Emily, or else I stop,” Gavin commanded, his breath becoming ragged as she ground on his fingers.

Emily snapped her head forward, another moan filtering past her lips.

Staring at her beautiful face twisted with pleasure, Gavin leaned into her ear. “I take my c.o.c.k and stroke it slowly while thinking of you.”

“Please keep going,” she begged shamelessly, her concentration faltering by the second. Her actions were dangerous and she knew it, but h.e.l.l if she could stop. She was completely high, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and she wanted nothing more than to jump. “What else do you think of?”

“I think about the way we f.u.c.k until our bodies are dripping with sweat and we can’t take anymore.” Gavin groaned, his senses drowning in the feel of her wetness coating his fingers. “I think about the way your hot p.u.s.s.y feels around me as you beg me to take you harder. The way your body shudders like a f.u.c.king leaf when you come for me. “

“Oh my G.o.d,” Emily moaned, her need to pull over and ravish him escalating with each stroke he pushed inside of her. He circled his thumb over her c.l.i.t, heightening that need beyond any control she had left. Mind made up, Emily eased off the gas. Before she could seek out a spot, any d.a.m.n spot, her gaze caught the blazing red and blue lights of a highway patrol car pus.h.i.+ng up her a.s.s.

“Gavin!” she wailed, her nerves shot and her body a tumbling mess. “I’m getting pulled over!”

Gavin barked out a laugh and eased his hand from her sweatpants. “That’s my speeding vixen,” he said as if unaffected by the situation. He licked his fingers, adjusted his seat, and smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll just let them know what I was doing to you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

Mouth agape, Emily shook her head, trying with all her might to calm her heated body. She reared off onto the shoulder, her attempt to calm down in vain, because she was shaking uncontrollably. Sure, some of it had to do with the not one but two towering state troopers flanking either side of the vehicle, but more of it had to do with her aching desire for release. Eyes wide and body pulsing with what she was sure was pure unleashed torture, Emily reached for the purse she never brought. “Holy s.h.i.+t! I don’t have my license with me!”

“Emily, calm down.” Gavin lifted his a.s.s, pulling his wallet from his jeans pocket. “Relax, baby, really.”

“You’re telling me to relax?” she questioned, her words clipped. “I was doing ninety, and I don’t have my license. They’re going to haul me off to jail.”

Gavin popped a smirk, sliding out his ID. “One: You were doing a hundred and ten if you want to get technical. Two: They’re not hauling you off anywhere. Three: I just had the sweetest f.u.c.king vision of you wearing a black and white prison jumpsuit. You were even wearing the little cap on your head. Mmm, simply beautiful.”

“You need help,” Emily whispered as the two officers approached, their hands resting on the pistols tucked in their holsters. She swallowed, smeared a smile across her face, and glanced up at the officer on her side of the vehicle. “h.e.l.lo, sir.”

Eyes s.h.i.+elded by dark sungla.s.ses, the older gentleman pressed his mouth into a hard line before he spoke. “License, registration, and insurance.”