The words hit him like a physical blow. Because I can. Not because she'd been harboring feelings for him, not because she saw something special in him beyond his momentary appeal. Because she could, and because it amused her in the moment.
James felt something crack inside his chest. He'd known, of course—had always known—that Victoria didn't share his feelings. But to have it confirmed so casually, to be reduced to a whim, a momentary distraction... it hurt more than he'd expected.
"I need to go," he managed, his voice carefully controlled and hoarse with desire and the desperate need to hide. His hand moved to the door handle, fingers closing around the cool metal pulling it open with a soft click. The cool night air crept in, offering escape.
But Victoria moved swiftly—like silk over skin. Her hand slid over his, pressing the door shut again with an audible thud. Her palm lingered on his fingers for a moment longer, deliberately, intimately. She didn't say a word. In one fluid motion, she pulled his hand away from the handle and pressed the door lock with her free hand.
The soft click of the lock engaging sounded unnaturally loud in the confined space.
"Not yet," she said softly, her voice carrying that commanding tone he knew so well from the office.
Before James could protest, Victoria was kissing him again, this time with a fervor that unspooled every thread of restraint left in his body. Her mouth found his, wet and open, claiming. Her tongue plunged past his parted lips, tangling with his in a dizzying, indecent rhythm, the feel of her soft lips—it all combined to create a sensory overload that left him reeling.
Her hand found its way to his thigh again, fingers boldly tracing patterns through the expensive fabric of his suit pants. James felt his breath hitch as her touch moved higher until they teased the center of his thigh. He stiffened, his body responding despite his mental protests. The evidence of his arousal was becoming increasingly difficult to hide, straining against the confines of his pants with embarrassing obviousness.
Panic flared in his chest as Victoria's exploring fingers moved dangerously close to territory that would reveal just how much she was affecting him, he was painfully hard. With tremendous effort, he caught her wrist, gently but firmly pulling her hand away from his thigh.
"Ms. Sharp, please," he rasped, his voice a breathless warble. "We can't—"
He tried to create some distance between them, pressing back against the car door and attempting to shift away from her. Blinking rapidly but Victoria had other plans. In one fluid motion that caught him completely off guard, she swung her leg over his lap, straddling him with a grace that spoke of complete confidence in her own body.
James's eyes went wide with shock, his pupils dilating as he stared up at her. The position left him completely trapped, his back pressed against the car door. His eyes shook with disbelief at her audacity. She was so forward—so aggressive—he had no defense for it, Victoria's weight settling over him in a way that made his heart race and his breath catch. She was so close he could see the flecks of gold in her blue eyes, could count her eyelashes, could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress.
"You're so tense," Victoria murmured, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. James reached for her waist instinctively, meaning to guide her back, to set boundaries.
Before he could react, she leaned down and captured his lips. This time she didn't kiss him. Not immediately.
She licked him.
Starting at his chin, her tongue traced upward—slow, hot, deliberate—until it reached the seam of his mouth. Then, with a hungry little sound in the back of her throat, she drew out his lower lip in a long hard suck into her mouth.
The sound so loud and intimate than everything that had preceded it. Her tongue darted out to trace the seam of his lips to quell the short sting, the brief contact sending electricity straight to his core.
However, she didn't stop there. Victoria's lips moved to his chin, pressing soft kisses along his jawline before her tongue again traced a slow, deliberate path upward. James felt his entire body tense as she licked from his chin all the way back to his lips, as if she were savoring the taste of him like he was some sort of delicious treat.
"You taste good," she breathed against his mouth before capturing his lips again.
She kissed him senseless. Wet and deep. Her tongue twined with his, then retreated, only to surge forward again with shameless hunger. Each stroke, each breathy moan, coaxed him closer to the edge. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her hips pressing harder against him until every muscle in his body tightened from the unbearable restraint.
Victoria's tongue swept into his mouth with confident strokes, exploring every inch while her hands tangled in his hair. She kissed him as if she were trying to devour him, to consume every part of him through the connection of their mouths. It made his head spin.
She was everywhere. In his mouth, on his lap, in his mind. Every part of her soft, lithe body melded against his, and every nerve ending screamed for more. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped her, as she tasted him, small moans and sighs that vibrated against his lips and sent shockwaves through his system.
He pulled back again—barely able to breathe—his chest rising and falling beneath her.
"Ms. Sharp," he said, voice hoarse. "Please."
Victoria studied him for a moment, taking in his flushed cheeks, lips swollen and glistening and the way his chest rose and fell with each labored breath, then leaned in again, clearly expecting him to yield despite his words. Her mouth gobbled his, soft and full and slick with heat. The wet, sucking sounds of her mouth devouring his filled the car's interior, intensifying the heat in his stomach. He's glad the divider was up separating them from Davidson.