19. Leander #2
"Leander," she pants out, her mouth finding mine in a deep, hard, possessive kiss that tastes of single malt scotch and pure victory.
Her fingers dig into my hair, pulling my head down as her body arches flush against my chest. I wrap my arms around her waist, my hands digging into the soft skin of her lower back, holding her pinned to me as the sedan sways smoothly around a street corner.
"You're wild tonight, Rossi," I growl against her skin, my lips moving down her jawline to the sensitive dip of her collarbone. Her fingers reach down between our bodies, unbuckling my belt with fast, impatient movements.
I unbutton the front of her dress, pushing the fabric off her shoulders until her lace bra is exposed in the low amber light. My hands move up her sides, my thumbs pressing firm against her ribs, feeling the steady, rapid thumping of her heart beneath her skin.
I reach behind her, unhooking her bra, and cup her bare breasts in my palms. She's warm, her skin soft and burning hot under my hands. I tease her nipples with my thumbs, making her arch her back, a sharp moan escaping her lips as her hips press hard into my lap.
"Look at me," I command.
Kara opens her eyes, her gaze wide, dark, and heavy with heat as she looks down into my face. She reaches into my trousers, her fingers sliding under my briefs, wrapping tight around my shaft. I'm thick, rock-hard, and aching for her.
She strokes me once, twice—a long, firm glide that makes my jaw clench tight, a low grunt escaping my throat.
I lift her by her thighs, aligning my tip with her opening, and lower her body straight down onto me.
Kara lets out a loud, shuddering gasp as I fill her completely, her inner walls clamping tight around my shaft in a scorching, wet grip that nearly breaks my control on the spot. Her heels dig into the carpeted floorboards of the sedan, her hands gripping my shoulders as her chest heaves.
"Jesus, Kara," I pant out as she lifts her hips and drives back down onto me.
I set a hard, relentless rhythm from below, my hands holding her hips pinned as she rides me in the quiet dark of the moving car. Every time her body comes down, my shaft buries to the hilt inside her heat, the leather seat beneath us squeaking with our movement.
The sensation is incredible, raw, intense, and completely unarmored. She meets every thrust with frantic energy, her moans muffled against my neck, her body trembling as the friction builds fast between us.
I reach up between our bodies, my thumb finding her center, pressing hard against her sensitive skin as I drive upward into her.
The combination breaks her entirely.
Kara lets out a sharp, shuddering cry, her body going rigid in my arms as her climax takes her. Her inner walls pulse violently around my length, squeezing me so hard tears spring to her eyes as she buries her face into the crook of my neck.
The feeling of her coming around me snaps my remaining restraint.
I thrust upward three more times with absolute force, burying myself as deep as I can go, and come hard inside the rubber with a low, guttural roar that vibrates in my chest. I hold her tight against me, my arms wrapped around her back, both of us shuddering as the release washes through us.
We stay locked together in the quiet darkness of the limo, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing heavy and synchronized.
Kara rests her forehead against my shoulder, her fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw as her breathing slowly settles back to normal.
"We make a good team, Dr. Sartori," she murmurs softly, a quiet, satisfied smile against my skin.
"We make a great team," I reply softly, reaching up to press a soft kiss against her temple.
She laughs, a quiet, genuine sound and shifts her weight to slide off my lap so we can adjust our clothes.
I pull my trousers back up, buckling my belt. Kara pulls her dress back over her shoulders, zipping the back, and gathers her loose hair back into a simple twist.
I sit back against the leather seat, pulling her side flush against my chest, my arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders as the sedan continues its steady pace through the city streets.
Everything feels settled. The capos are aligning, the filings are holding, and the woman I love is sitting safe in my arms.
"Ten minutes from the condo," I remark quietly, looking out the tinted side window at the passing streetlights.
Kara nods, resting her hand over mine on her waist. "Good. I need a real drink."
Before I can answer, a blinding pair of high-beam headlights cuts through the dark tint of the left passenger window.
There is no horn. No screech of tires.
A commercial flatbed truck blowing through the red light at forty miles an hour slams directly into the side of our sedan.
A deafening, metal-crunching explosion shatters the quiet cabin.
The force of the impact cave in the left doors instantly, throwing the car sideways across three lanes of traffic in a violent, terrifying roll.
Glass explodes inward in a million sharp fragments, the roof buckling downward as the world turns upside down.
I throw my broad frame completely over Kara, wrapping both arms around her head and torso, using my body as a shield as metal crushes around us and total darkness takes over.