“Do this?” he asked, his hand sliding up the side of my thigh, hip, waist, breast. “Or this?” he went on, his hand moving inward to tease over one of the swells, making my nipple harden and press against the material.

Taking that as a silent encouragement, his thumb moved out, teasing around the point, making my head fall back as my breath shuddered out of me.

“Or maybe this?” he asked, taking advantage of my upturned head to lean down and press a kiss to the pulse point in my neck.

A soft whimper escaped me as my belly flip-flopped.

His tongue teased out, sliding upward, making a shiver rack my system.

“Or this?” he asked, teeth snagging my earlobe and giving a small tug as his thumb and forefinger twisted my nipple lightly through the material of my dress.

“Or did you mean to leave you alone?” he asked.

Then he was suddenly releasing me and walking over toward the far end of the car, eyes heated, smile devilish.

But he didn’t get to bask in his effortless control over me for long.

Already too needy to care about the consequences, I rushed across the car, reaching up, grabbing his tie, and yanking him down until my lips claimed his.

A rumble of approval moved through him. His arm slid around my lower back, hauling me against him as my lips grew harder, hungrier.

My hands slid up, wrapping around the back of his neck, crushing my chest to his.

For a long moment, he just held me.

But it wasn’t long before his hands started to roam down my back, then sank into my ass, using it to drag me more firmly against him.

A throaty whimper escaped me at the feel of his hardness pressing against me.

Soren’s hands started to gather my skirt, pulling it upward. My skin prickled, and it was impossible to tell if it was the chill or the heat of my desire.

I expected, as my skirt gathered around my waist, that his hand would shift down, slip between my thighs, tease me like he’d done at my office.

But as soon as my skirt was out of the way, he whipped around, pressing me back against the wall, then going down on his knees before me.

My breath caught.

At the change.

In anticipation.

But, perhaps more so, at the look of pure… veneration on his face. Like there was nowhere else in the world he wanted to be but down on his knees, worshipping me.

A delicious swooping sensation moved through me as I looked down at him.

Keeping his gaze on me, his hand slid up my thigh, grabbing the material of my panties, then slowly lowering them down.

I stepped out of them without thinking about it, unable to focus on anything but the look in his dark eyes as he reached for my knee, lifting it up.