“Thick mother-of-pearl buttons. Do you feel this?” She ran her hand down the length of buttons until she touched his belt buckle. Liza was pleased to feel his stomach tighten. “Four millimeters thick, I would estimate,” Liza murmured.

Dorsey began rapidly unbuttoning his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Liza saw smooth pecs with taut brown nipples. Rigid abs flexed and corded muscles moved under smooth skin as he dispensed with his shirt. Liza’s tongue clicked. She wanted to put her face on his chest. She took a moment to absorb the sheer tangible certainty of him being here tonight and not in her daydreams and night dreams. There were so many false narratives flying around about them. Right now, though, his heat, his smell, that same cologne that had her spraying sample fragrances at every men’s perfume counter in DC, was the truest thing in the world to her.

“I’m going to just give you the damned thing. I should be obsessed with your shirt tonight,” Dorsey said. He crawled over her in the back seat. His biceps rippled on either side of her head and the hard length of him rested heavy and pulsing on her thigh.

“Let’s switch.” She pulled her own shirt over her head, freeing her breasts, but trapping her arms in the material. He kissed the space between her breasts. Once the shirt passed her eyes, she opened them to find Dorsey’s lips just above her own. She saw his mouth coming like a freight train. His huge hand cradled her neck; the other arm pulled her so close the air rushed out of her lungs. The kiss burned right through her.

Liza’s belly flipped as he deepened the kiss. She tasted the rich wine on his lips and kneaded the soft skin of his shoulders. His mouth covered hers, and she struggled to pull him closer so she could feel the weight of him. Damn this car. Not enough space. Liza ground her middle into his hardness.

“Partition,” Dorsey growled out, and a black mirrored separator pushed itself up from the driver’s and passenger’s seat. His voice was gravelly in her ear, and his breath was hot against her collarbone. Then she moved her mouth, letting his prickly chin drag gently across her face until she found his mouth again. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world. But Liza knew they didn’t.

She broke the kiss. “We’re not that far from Alexandria.” His mouth wandered down her face, and he nuzzled at her nipples, which had gone hard as pebbles underneath his attention.

“Plenty of time.” His hands kneaded her breasts, and his mouth flicked her nipples mercilessly.