When we get into the car, the door barely clicks shut before Caden grabs me—pulling me onto his lap like he needs me to breathe. But then he flinches, like the contact stings, and without a word, he tugs my top off in one rough, shaky motion. The back of the car is completely private, the driver sealed off behind tinted glass, but even with that, my breath catches.
“Caden—what are you doing?” I whisper-shout, shocked, heart pounding.
His only answer is a low, guttural sound before he buries his face in my neck, trailing urgent kisses down until he finds my n****e and captures it in his mouth. His tongue swirls, suckling hard, like he’s desperate to anchor himself in me—to remind himself what’s real.
I moan, unable to help it, my fingers burying themselves in his thick hair as he growls
