Disgrace by Dee Palmer

in comparison to what I have sitting beside me.
    “Cinder-fucking-ella,” she sniffs out and looks over to me because I am silent and clearly waiting for her to clarify. “I can relate to the evil stepmother, but honestly, there is no such thing as Prince Charming.”
    I grin and her eyes drop to my lips when I drag my tongue slowly, deliberately along the seam.
    “I agree. I personally prefer the big bad wolf. You know exactly what he wants, he can see you better, hear you better and—” I wink when her laugh finishes my dirty train of thought. Yeah I can definitely eat you better.
    I pull the car into a space a few houses down from Sam’s place and switch the engine off. She turns to me with a brave face and a tentative smile.
    “Thank you, Jason, and I’m—” I don’t hear the rest of whatever excuse and brush off she had prepared. I reach over into the back seat to grab my bag. I open my door, and I take my time stepping around the front of the car. I keep my eyes fixed on her, and she closely watches my face, but I’m giving nothing away. I open her door and wait, smiling to myself at the look of complete surprise painting her face. “Um…” She takes my offered hand, and once the car is locked, I pull her into my arms. My hand threads into her hair, skimming the choker and cupping her head.
    “Sam, you’re an intelligent woman. You didn’t really think that was the end, did you?” I raise my brow and keep my smile wide.
    “I…Jason…” She stiffens and her brows furrow. She’s working up to making some sort of objection I just don’t care to hear. I cover her mouth with mine. We have plenty of time to talk. Right now, she needs to remember just how good we taste together. She instantly relaxes in my arms. My tongue sweeps across her sweet lips, and she breathes out a light moan that mainlines straight to my cock. I walk her back and press her against the hood of my car, her back curves with the pressure I’m putting on her small frame. Sprawled and pressed together our bodies collide. We lay with heat matching that rising from the engine underneath, zero to full throttle in no time at all. Fuck, she feels so good. I use one hand to protect her head, her thick dark hair falls in a halo pattern, glossy and rich and a sharp contrast to the matte black paintwork of my car. Her dark eyes shine, and although I am pressing her body flush to mine, she is somehow able to make tiny undulations beneath me. The sexiest fucking movements ever. They are driving me insane. I hold her fixed against my mouth. My other hand drifts down her side. I grip around the back of her thigh and pull her leg around my hip. She doesn’t hesitate, her demand for me equals my own for her. Urgent, breathless kisses, swiping her tongue around in a delicious duel with mine, her hands fist and pull me hard against her. We could go right here. I know it. I stand back, leaving her heaving in much needed oxygen. I drag my hand slowly down her body, between her breasts, resting in the centre where I can feel the power of her heartbeat in my palm. Just where I want her.
    “Still think you can’t give me what I want?” My voice sounds gravelly and heavy with lust. “Still think this is wrong?”
    Her lips spread wide into a wicked smile. “Well, we are in the middle of the street.”
    “And fucking outdoors is wrong?” I quip and nudge my straining hard-on against her centre. She laughs out but covers her mouth to hide the sound. I hate when she does that, I love that sound. I pull her hand free.
    “Not at all, but curtains are twitching and public fucking isn’t my thing.” I pull her up from the car and push her hair out of her eyes, which are now smiling.
    “Good to know. See? Now I know one of your limits.” I pause a moment before I go on. “This was my fault, Sam. I was too eager and I should’ve known better. I do know better. Let me make this right.” I keep my light tone but shift it mid-sentence to soft and