I could barely catch my breath. My heart was racing, pounding so hard in my chest that I could feel it in my throat. My lips still tingled from Caleb's kiss, and every nerve in my body was on fire.
He was right there, so close, and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. Needed him.
I pressed my hand against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall as he breathed, his blue eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze was dark, hungry, and it matched the heat building inside me.
How the hell had I ended up here? In his convertible, parked in some secluded corner of the mall's lot, with my body screaming for him like this? It was insane.
This whole thing was insane. He was supposed to be a temporary solution, a business arrangement. A fake fiancé, a one-year marriage to help both of us get what we wanted. But none of that was on my mind right now.
Right now, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him.
I shifted in the passenger seat, trying to ignore the growing ache between my thighs. But it was impossible. The way he was looking at me, the way his fingers had brushed against my waist as he pulled me close—it was driving me crazy. It was like my entire body was on high alert, every touch sending sparks of electricity through me.
"Come here," he growled, his voice rough and demanding.
I didn't hesitate. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I was climbing over the center console, squeezing my body between the dashboard and him. The space was tight, but I didn't care. I needed to be closer, to feel him against me.
As soon as I straddled his lap, his hands flew to my hips, gripping me with a possessiveness that made my stomach flutter. I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against me through his pants, and fuck, it only made the heat inside me burn hotter.
I leaned down, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, messy and unrestrained, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the way his hands moved over my body, pulling me closer, keeping me pressed against him like he couldn't stand the idea of any space between us.
His fingers slid under the hem of my dress, pushing it up as his hands roamed over my thighs. I moaned into his mouth, my hips instinctively rolling against him, seeking more friction, more of him.
"Fuck, Megan," he groaned against my lips, his voice thick with lust. "You're driving me crazy."
I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my chest heaving as I looked down at him. His eyes were dark, almost predatory, and it sent a rush of heat straight to my core.
"You're one to talk," I whispered, my voice breathless. "You started this."
I didn't give him a chance to respond. Instead, I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with the button of his pants. I could feel his cock, hot and hard beneath the fabric, and the anticipation made my hands tremble as I unzipped him.
I was doing this again… with him. Desire was driving me to the point of insanity.
He cursed under his breath, his hands gripping my hips even tighter as I freed him, his arousal pressing against my inner thigh. For a second, I just stayed there, feeling the heat of him against me, the weight of his hands on my body.
The sound of my panties ripping echoed in the car and we both grinned. His finger grazed against my clit, and I shivered. My back arched, and a moan escaped my lips as my legs trembled.
Wetness spread in between my folds, flooding my legs and his.
"You're so hard," I gasped, staring at his huge cock that sent me to heaven last time.
"And you're so wet… clearly, someone has been missing me." He pinched my left nipple, and I rubbed my pussy against him, seeking friction.
"Are you on the pill? I'm clean…" he added breathlessly.
Our gazes locked and I nodded. As if mesmerized, I raised my hips.
And then, slowly, I sank down onto him.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped my lips as he filled me.
My body stretched around him, the sudden fullness making my head spin. I bit my lip, my hands bracing against his shoulders as I tried to catch my breath.
"Jesus, Megan," Caleb groaned, his head falling back against the seat as his grip on my hips tightened. "You feel so fucking good."
I couldn't speak. My mind was too clouded with pleasure, too focused on the way he felt inside me, the way my body seemed to come alive with every movement.
I rocked my hips, testing the waters, and the friction sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
He groaned again, his hands guiding my movements as I slowly started to ride him. The car was cramped, the space too small for what we were doing, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the way he felt, the way my body seemed to melt into his with every thrust.
The windows fogged up as the temperature inside the car rose, the air thick with the scent of sex and heat. I moved faster, my hips rolling against his as I chased the pleasure building inside me. Every time I came down, he filled me completely, stretching me in a way that made my head spin.
I leaned forward, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him again, desperate and hungry. His hands roamed over my body, sliding up under my dress, gripping my waist, my ass, pulling me down harder onto him.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, every movement bringing me closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Megan," he panted against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. "You're gonna make me lose it."
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was too far gone, too focused on the way my body was unraveling under his touch. The pleasure was building, spiraling higher and higher, and I knew I was close. So fucking close.
I rocked harder, faster, my nails digging into his shoulders as I chased that release.
"Oh… good Lord…" I moaned, seeking the zenith that seemed so elusive.
The sound of our bodies moving together, the wet slap of skin against skin, echoed in the confined space of the car, and it only made the heat burn hotter.
And then, with one more thrust, my body shattered.
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me in a rush of pleasure so intense that I cried out, my head falling back as my body seized around him. My muscles clenched tight, my thighs trembling as the pleasure washed over me in wave after wave.
Caleb wasn't far behind. I felt him tense beneath me, his hands gripping my hips hard as he thrust up into me one last time, his release spilling into me.
"Megan…" The sound of my name from his lips, rough and desperate, sent another shiver down my spine.
For a moment, neither of us moved. We just stayed there, our bodies tangled together, the car filled with the sound of our ragged breathing. My heart was still racing, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of the orgasm, and I could feel him softening inside me.
I rested my forehead against his, my breath still coming in short, shallow gasps. My body was trembling, my limbs heavy with exhaustion, but I couldn't stop the small smile that tugged at my lips.
What the hell was I supposed to do now? How was I supposed to handle this… this thing between us?
The fire, the chemistry, the way my body seemed to crave his touch like oxygen. It was insane. We weren't supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be a business deal, a marriage of convenience. Nothing more.
But every time he touched me, every time he kissed me, it felt like I was losing a little bit more of myself to him.
I didn't know if I could survive this. I didn't know if I'd be okay after our one-year marriage was up.
But right now, at this moment, all my worries went out the window. All that mattered was that I was here, with him, and everything else could wait.
For now.