Maisie
I climbed. That was the only word for it.
One knee on either side of his head, my hands finding purchase on the seatback, the cool kiss of the air conditioning against the bare skin of my inner thighs. "You're insane," I breathed.
"I'm efficient. There's a difference."
The car took another gentle curve, and lurch pressed me an inch forward, an inch closer to Jericho's waiting mouth. Heat and anticipation entwined. The electric knowledge of what was about to happen and where it was about to happen.
I felt like a sinner who needed to repent.
Maybe after this.
Definitely after this.
"May." Jericho's voice had dropped into a register that singed my skin. "Stop thinking."
I lowered myself.
The first contact was barely any contact at all. Jericho's warm breath moved across me and I inhaled sharply. Then his tongue found my folds lightly, tracing the shape of me without entering, mapping territory he already knew by heart.
"Jericho."
"Mm?"
