Nadine
My heart races and my mind spins, trying to figure out what he’s thinking.
For God’s sake, this man has been messing with my head since the moment I first laid eyes on him.
He leans in to fix my seatbelt, his hands brushing against me, and I can’t miss the way his eyes linger on me.
He’s not even trying to hide it-he’s undressing me with his gaze, and it sends shivers down my spine.
Without thinking, I unbuckle the seatbelt, freeing myself.
I close the space between us, pressing my lips to his. It’s not enough.
The kiss wakes something deep, wild, and uncontrollable.
I shift, moving from my seat onto his lap, straddling him without hesitation.
“Nadine,” he breathes with a low, rough voice. The way he says my name sends a rush of heat through me, making my cheeks flush.
I smile shyly, knowing I’m pushing boundaries.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he mutters, his hands firmly gripping my hips.
His words send a thrill through me, especially when I feel his arousal pressing against me.
“I want you,” I confess, the words spilling out before I can stop them.
I don’t care where we are or how crazy it sounds need him.
“Fuck, Nadine,” he groans, with his restraint which by now is hanging by a thread. “You’re making it so hard for me to resist you.”
His lips crash against mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless.
The kiss is passionate and intense, with all the emotions we’ve been holding back.
I part my lips, inviting him to take control, and he does.
His lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of fire.
When his mouth brushes against the curve of my breast, I gasp, arching into him.
My body responds to him instantly, my nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of my dress.
I’m not wearing a bra; there was no need since it padded around the burst.
But somehow, he manages to slide the fabric aside, with his mouth closed around my sensitive peak, and I can’t hold back the soft moan that escapes me.
“Logan,” I whisper, my voice trembling as he sucks gently, his tongue teasing me.
I throw my head back, letting out a soft gasp, as I grind my hips against his hard, throbbing cock.
His hands work their magic on my breasts, kneading them with a touch that sets my nerves on fire.
“Logan… fuck,” I whisper, my voice trembling as he leans down to lightly bite my nipple.
The sensation sends a surge of electricity through me, a rush of adrenaline igniting every inch of my body.
My movements become more desperate, grinding harder against him, craving more.
God, I need him inside me. My mind fights to focus, knowing we’re supposed to be out on a date, but I can’t think straight.
The moment I saw him standing there in the living room, everything else faded away.
That light blue shirt hugged his body perfectly, outlining his toned abs and exuding the strength that’s been driving me wild for weeks now.
I fumble with his belt, with a shaky hand, with the burning need inside me.
“Screw this,” I mutter, sliding his zipper down.
My dress is already hiked up around my waist as I push my panties to the side.
Without hesitation, I guide his cock to my entrance, and the moment he fills me, my mouth falls open in a moan of pure pleasure.
I clench around him, slowly moving my hips, twisting and grinding to feel every inch of him.
“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my ass firmly as his mouth finds my breast again.
His hips begin to move, matching my rhythm, and thrusting deep inside me sends shockwaves through my body.
The connection between us is electric, the intensity overwhelming. I lose myself in the moment, riding him harder as he meets me with equal passion.
Each bounce draws us deeper into a world where nothing else exists but the raw, unfiltered pleasure we’re sharing.
I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve never had sex in a car before and never even thought I would.
But Logan… he brings out a side of me I didn’t know existed.
The naughtiness, the boldness-it’s all because of him. If someone had told me I’d be the one initiating this, I would’ve laughed them off. Not in a million years.
His lips find mine again, and he kisses me with such dominance that I feel utterly claimed.
It’s not just a kiss; it’s him marking me, staking his claim on every part of me.
I straddle him, moving in sync with his thrusts, and suddenly, I feel that familiar tightening. A loud, uncontrollable moan escapes my lips.
“L-Logan…” I gasp, unable to string together the right words to describe what I’m feeling.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “Come for me.”
My body obeys him as my clit clenched tightly around his cock, and I ride him harder, chasing that peak.
Words tumble from my lips-nonsense, incoherent phrases I can’t even comprehend. I’m lost in him.
“Good girl,” he groans, his hips jerking up to meet mine with powerful reflexes.
And then it hits me. My body stiffens, and a wave of release crashes over me so hard that I can’t think, can’t breathe-just feel.
I collapse against him, resting my head on his shoulder, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
He wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me like he never wants to let go.
For a brief moment, I feel safe, safer than I’ve felt in a long time.
He’s my sanctuary.
And even though I know I shouldn’t, I let myself forget everything else.
The past, the complications, the stakes-none of it matters right now.
All I want is to stay here, to stay in this feeling.
But reality has a way of creeping back in. “We should get going,” he says softly, his voice pulling me out of my haze.
Embarrassed, I hide my face as he lifts me effortlessly and helps me slide back into my seat.
The smell of sex and sweat fills the car.
He hands me a wipe, with a calm expression, as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
“Here,” he says, and I take it, cleaning myself up quickly, feeling my cheeks burn with shame.
Gosh, what was I thinking? Having sex here, in a car, of all places. Now I smell like sex, and anyone who gets close will know.
“You worry too much,” Logan says. He cups my cheek with his hand, tilting my face to meet his gaze.
In his eyes, there’s no judgment, no regret-just that same intense warmth that makes me feel seen, wanted, and safe.
“Should we postpone the date?” Logan asks as he looks at me.
I slowly shake my head, with a small smile.
“No, let’s go. I’m sure you’ve already made the reservation.”
He nods.
“Yep,” he says simply, cleaning himself up before opening the window.
Fresh air rushes in, carrying away the lingering heat and scent of our earlier intimacy.
I smile at his thoughtfulness. After a moment, he reached for a small bottle of cologne and handed it to me.
“Here, spray this on yourself.”
I chuckle softly but oblige, spritzing it on myself.
As I spray, a thought slips from my lips before I can stop it. “You seem so experienced… This isn’t your first, is it?”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I freeze. My eyes widen, and my hand flies up to cover my mouth in horror.
Logan stiffens instantly. His jaw clenches, and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. The warm, playful atmosphere in the car turns cold.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, with a trembling voice. I can feel the mistake of my careless words. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leans over, as if he’s keeping himself in check.
His hand brushes close to mine as he reaches to fix my seatbelt; his jaw is still locked tight, and his eyes are unreadable.
I swallow hard, guilt twisting in my chest.
“Logan…” I murmur, taking his hand in mine. His other hand remains on the steering wheel, but his entire posture feels strained like he’s holding something back.
Then, he looks at me.
His next reaction sends a ripple of emotion through me.