Hitched (Ride or Die Romances)

by Lauren Biel

deciding she might be more willing to talk with her swollen clit beneath my fingers. “Eight . . . teen.” “Young little rabbit, huh?” My breaths roll over her chest, and she shivers. I feel it in my fingertips. “Has he been the only one to make you come?” Her lips tighten, and she refuses to answer me. But I know. Her body responds to my words so fucking well. Her slick, warm excitement coats my fingers, and I fight the urge to swirl my fingertips around her clit and make her come against my hand. “If you don’t answer me, I’ll touch you,” I growl. She refuses to respond, so I curl my fingers against her. She jolts. I warned her I would play if she didn’t. “Yes, he’s the only one who’s made me come,” she whispers with a hint of defeat. “Don’t you want someone else to make you come? Don’t you want to know how it feels to have another man inside you?” She shakes her head. “I don’t want another man.” “What does he do to you?” I keep my fingers still against her clit. “Don’t make me talk about it.” Her gaze cuts to the steering wheel, and she tries to pretend she’s anywhere else. But she isn’t anywhere else. She’s in her car, with me beside her and my hand on her perfect little cunt.