Her panties were soaked, and he groaned as he shoved his fingers past the sodden material and into the soft, wet folds of her pussy. His cock throbbed in envy as the slick heat wrapped around his fingers. The whimpering noise she made in the back of her throat nearly undid him, and he pushed two fingers inside of her, kissing her even harder as she clenched around him.

The movement of the car rocked them slightly and he ground the heel of his hand against her swollen clit, making her writhe, her thighs tightening around his hand. He kept his arm around her, otherwise she would have been on her back and Jake honestly didn’t know if he would be able to wait until they got to his apartment. He pumped his fingers, making her whimper and squirm delightfully.

It wasn’t until the cabby cleared his throat that Jake realized they’d arrived.

The ride had been too short… or too long. His head was kind of messed up right now. Half of him couldn’t believe he was sliding his fingers out of Sharon while there was another person in the car with them, half of him enjoyed it. Was getting off on it.

“Thanks man,” he said, handing over a twenty and way over-tipping.

“Happy New Year,” the driver said as Sharon scampered out of the car, surreptitiously tugging the hem of her short skirt down.

As soon as Jake was out on the sidewalk beside her, she looked up at him with serious brown eyes.

“This is a fucking terrible idea. You know that, right?”

Immediately he stilled. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to. Just that this is a terrible fucking idea.”

Serious blue eyes studied her, and then he was grabbing her hand and pulling her to the front of the apartment building. “Any time you want to stop, you just say so. No safe word needed.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she muttered, following him into the warmth of the lobby. “That’s the problem.”

Her insides were clenching, and she was still shocked that Grumpy Captain America had been so fucking brazen. How drunk was he? Then again, she knew the answer to that… not so drunk that he didn’t know what he was doing, just like her. Normally he was the sane one, the one who set down limits, who went out of his way to cut off her fun even though she didn’t answer to him. He wasn’t her Dom. He wasn’t her boyfriend. Heck, she didn’t know if she’d even call them friends. They just had the same friends.

But now he decided to go ahead and meet her challenge head on, and quickly surpass it.

Why did she find that so hot?