"I was thinking of you," I whisper.
His teeth graze the skin at the hollow of my throat. "Tell me more."
"I was thinking of how you—" I gasp as he nips at the skin over my collarbone. "In the gallery, the way you…”
"The way I…”
No one's ever asked me to describe things like this to him before, and I have to struggle for the words.
"The way you touched me," I say awkwardly. "The way you—the way you played with my breasts."
In response, he catches one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twists. "Like this?"
"Yes," I breathe. His free hand moves to my other breast, repeating the motion. I moan and squirm, but he's relentless. Meanwhile, his head is moving lower, falling until I can feel his warm breath against my breasts. His lips are rough on the sensitive skin, but I don't care. When he removes his fingers to close his mouth around one of my nipples, I whimper and grab him by the shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He sucks and nibbles at my tender nub. Pleasure and pain sweep through me as one.
"What else?" he growls around his mouthful.
I can hardly think straight anymore. All of my senses are heightened, and the throbbing between my legs increases with every ragged breath. I was already close to finishing when he found me, and now I'm about to slip over the edge. I slide my hands up his neck to tangle them in his thick hair.
"What else?" he says again. This time he bites down on me, and my hands close into fists around his dark locks.
"The way you slipped your fingers inside of me," I say, my voice cracking.
He moves one hand down my body and between my legs, and before I can even shift in response, he thrusts two fingers inside of me.
Pleasure shudders through me, and I cry out and yank at Calder's hair as the world explodes around me. My body spasms, and my passage clenches around the fingers he still moves in and out of me. Wave after wave it comes, sweeping through me with an intensity that leaves me trembling in its wake.
I lie there against the seat, weak and breathless, as Calder moves his mouth to my ear once more.
"Those must have been some pretty vivid thoughts, to get you worked up like that," he murmurs. His fingers are still inside of me, and he moves them slowly, sending aftershocks rippling through my flesh.
"What else?" he whispers into my ear. "What else do you want me to do?"
I can hardly put together a coherent thought, let alone speak. My hands are still clenched around his hair, but the rest of my body is languid and warm.
"Maybe," he rasps after a moment, "I should tell you what I want instead."
He increases the speed of his fingers once more, and already I can feel the tension building in me again.
"I've been thinking of you, too," he says. He slips his fingers from me suddenly and reaches up, pulling one of my hands from his hair. His grip is slick, dripping with my own juices, but I don't pull away, even when he moves my hand down to the bulge in his pants. He's rock hard beneath the fabric, and his erection jumps at my touch. When he releases me, I keep my hand there, sliding it slowly down his length.
He makes a sound deep in his throat. His entire body is rigid, his arms and shoulders so tense that I can feel them quivering beneath my touch.
"What do you want me to do?" I whisper.
He doesn't say anything as I continue to rub him slowly through the fabric of his pants. Finally I reach up and tug at the hem of his damp shirt, thinking to pull it over his head, but his hand clamps around my wrist.
"My restraint only goes so far," he says. His eyes bore into mine. "I want you, Lily. I want to fuck you until you can't move, until you can't think, until you've forgotten everything else but me. It won't be gentle. If you don't want that, then tell me, and I'll leave this car. But if I stay… I don't know how much longer I'll be able to control myself."
His words light a fire under my skin. I've never had anyone stare at me with such hunger, or speak to me with such passion. I know I should tell him to leave. I should throw on my clothes and grab my keys and drive away from this place without looking back. But my body is bent on betraying me. In this moment, I don't care about what's smart or right or logical. I don't care about what he's done to the Center. I know only that my body comes alive at his touch, that I'm drowning in such desire that I'm not even sure which way is up anymore.
I give Calder a single nod.
"You're sure?" he rasps.
I nod again, and this time he doesn't hesitate. He grabs me and yanks me against him, his mouth attacking mine. Heat surges between us as he pushes me down on the seat. I reach again for his shirt, and he helps me tug it up over his shoulders, exposing his perfectly-muscled chest. My hands flutter to his stomach then slide up his torso, gliding over the smooth ridges of his body. I could spend an hour inspecting every hard plane of his flesh, but Calder isn't that patient. He pushes me back down, pinning me beneath his weight, and his lips crush against mine once more. I moan and raise my tongue to meet his.
My hands move to the waistband of his pants, reaching desperately for his fly. His own hand slips between us to help me, unfastening the button as I tug at the zipper. He slides his pants and boxer-briefs down in one motion, not bothering to push them past his knees. Neither of us care at this point. My body aches with need for him, and I can tell he feels it too. The long, hard length of him is wedged between us, the smooth skin hot against my lower abdomen.
He reaches down and grasps for his pocket. After a couple seconds of searching, he produces a condom.
"Always prepared, huh?" I ask breathlessly.
He smiles. "After everything that’s happened between us, it seemed like a good idea to have one close."
He tears the wrapper open with his teeth and slips the condom quickly over his impressive length. I hardly have any time to admire him before he grabs my legs and pulls them up, hooking my ankles over his shoulders. My bare toes brush against the ceiling of the car. He lowers himself slowly, trapping my thighs between our bodies and positioning his cock between my legs.
He only allows me the briefest of moments to relish the feeling of him against my opening. I take a ragged breath, and he plunges inside of me, ramming himself to the hilt in a single thrust. I cry out in pleasure and dig my nails into his back.
"Fuck," he breathes against my neck. "Fuck, you feel good."
He turns his face and claims my mouth, slipping his tongue between my lips. I cling to him as my body throbs around his cock, adjusting to the sudden fullness.