He responded by groaning deeply and she grew excited watching his hand pump his c**k faster. It was hotter than hell to her and she wished there was better lighting. His c**k looked thicker and bigger than any guy she’d ever slept with. She imagined what it would feel like to have him stretching her pu**y and she cl**axed, crying out his name.

Her vaginal muscles seized around his finger, twitching strongly enough that she was aware of every one. Smiley tore his wrist away, withdrawing his finger abruptly. He grabbed his c**k with both hands. She watched him wrap his fingers around the shaft. He threw his head back, eyes closed, mouth open. He didn’t make a sound but his entire body jerked and she looked down, watching him shoot his release. Thick streams of se**n jetted out before he wrapped the head of his c**k within his palm and turned away on the seat. It left her staring at his wide shoulders. He quivered a few times and his breathing was erratic.

Smiley recovered faster than she did. He straightened in the seat, his back still turned, and pulled his torn tank top over his head. She guessed he used it to clean up. He finally faced her and their eyes met.

“Are you okay?”

It stunned her that he was concerned for her. “Yes.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

She wasn’t. Not even when he shifted on the seat and came down on top of her. He braced his arms on both sides of her and his face hovered inches above hers. He was close enough to kiss. Her vision must have adjusted to the dimness because she could make out his features a lot better than before.

“I don’t have lotion.”

“Okay.”

“You’re soaked, babe. I need to rub against you to coat myself or I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”

It took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. She felt her cheeks heat up and hated the way she blushed so easily. “Oh. I understand.”

He shifted a little more and she was surprised when his c**k rubbed against her pu**y. He’d just come but he was still rock-hard. He didn’t even need to use his hands but instead adjusted his h*ps to slide the shaft along her slit. Her gaze locked with his and she again realized just how sexy he was. The streetlight coming in through the front of the SUV illuminated his face clearly.

The pain hadn’t returned yet but she wanted to kiss him. He rolled his hips, sliding the tip of his c**k against her clit. She moaned and he froze.

“Don’t do that,” he rasped. “You have no idea how much I want you. I’d die just to possess you once. You’re so beautiful, Vanni.”

No man had ever said that before. It might just be a line he used but the sincere look in his eyes made her believe him. She didn’t plan to touch his face but it happened anyway. She just couldn’t resist cupping his cheeks.

“Really?”

“I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

She bit her lip and took a deep breath. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to the ring on her left hand. She let go of his face and reached behind him. She tugged the engagement ring but it didn’t want to budge. Vanni was persistent. When the band slid off, she let it drop to the floor of the SUV.

Smiley moved to the right a little and stared down at the discarded ring. He frowned then looked at her. “Why did you do that?”

“I’m too honest and will have to tell my fiancé about what happened between us. He’ll never marry me. It’s over.”

“He can’t blame you if you had no part in our drugging.”

“You don’t know him. I don’t think I knew him as well as I thought either, until recently. It’s okay. I think I’m doing both of us a favor by taking that off.”

A hot flash hit and she closed her eyes, breathing through it. Smiley lifted to put more room between their bodies and sat up. She reached out a hand and he grasped it, holding on tightly.

“It’s going to pass. I’m right here with you.”

She opened her eyes and used his tight grip to pull herself into a sitting position. She had to scoot away from him a little to do it. “I need you.”

“Lie back down.”

Her hands trembled as she gripped her shirt, trying to get it off but feeling too shaky to undress. Sweat poured off her. “Get these clothes off me.”

He hesitated.

“Please?”

He brushed her hands aside and yanked her shirt over her head. His gaze lowered to her bra and he licked his lips.

“All of it. Please. I’m so hot.”

“I could turn on the engine and run the air-conditioning.”

“Please?” Panic gripped her. “I’m burning up!”

He leaned forward, reached around her, unclasped the bra and tugged it off with an efficiency that bespoke experience. The skirt came off next, the elastic waist making it simple for him to tug it down her legs. Her panties were destroyed and she had no idea where her shoes were. She couldn’t remember losing them but they were gone.

“Fuck.” Smiley didn’t try to hide his thorough examination of her bare body. “You’re perfect.”

The hot flash passed and she wished she’d kept some of her clothes on. Carl had gifted her with a gym membership to lose fifteen pounds before their upcoming wedding. Smiley didn’t seem to mind those extra curves as he openly admired her with a hungry expression. He didn’t point out her flaws. She reached for him.

“Kiss me.”

He hesitated. “We should partially cover you.”

The rejection hurt her feelings and she shrank away. “I’m sorry.”