Reckless

Elise's POV

I don't know what possessed me to kiss him back. Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through my veins or maybe it was the fear that if I stopped moving, or maybe it was just him.

Ravien Drayton, the man every woman in Verya talked about. He was ruthless, dangerous and devastatingly handsome. And right now, he was kissing me.

His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer despite the awkward angle in the car. This was wrong, but I didn't care.

"Come here," he murmured against my lips, 

Before I could process what he meant, his hands were on my hips, lifting me. I gasped as he pulled me over the center console and onto his lap and my dress rode up my thighs as I straddled him.

"Better," he said.

His hands slid up my sides, and his fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress.

He pulled the dress down my shoulders, exposing my bra, and his eyes darkened even more.

"Beautiful," he whispered, before leaning in to press his lips to my collarbone.

I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders as his mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down to the swell of my breasts. 

He unhooked my bra with practiced ease, and suddenly I was half-naked in this stranger's car, and I should have been terrified or embarrassed or something other than desperately turned on.

His mouth closed over my nipple and I moaned, my head falling back.

"Sensitive," he murmured. "I like that."

His hands moved to my thighs, pushing my dress up higher until it was bunched around my waist. His fingers traced the edge of my underwear, teasing, and I squirmed on his lap.

"Ravien," I breathed, not even sure what I was asking for.

"Tell me what you want, Elise." He said as his fingers slipped beneath the lace, and I gasped.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, 

"Yes," I managed to whisper.

He smiled, wicked and knowing, before his fingers found my clit. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he worked me with expert precision. His other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my mouth back to his in a kiss that swallowed my moans. His fingers moved faster and harder.

"That's it," he murmured against my lips. 

The orgasm crashed over me in waves, and I kissed him again, desperate and needy, my hands moving to his belt.

"Are you sure?" he asked, even as his hips lifted to help me.

"Stop asking me that," I said, finally getting his belt undone. 

"I want this and I want you.

"Then take what you want." He said 

I'd been with Morris for three years. He was the only man I'd ever slept with, the only man I thought I'd ever want. But the way Ravien was looking at me right now, lmade me forget Morris ever existed.

My hands trembled and I finally managed to free him from his pants. When I wrapped my hand around him, he groaned, and the sound sent a thrill through me.

I'd never done anything like this before. Never been this bold, this reckless. But something about tonight, about almost dying, about discovering the man I loved wanted me dead, made me feel like I had nothing left to lose.

"Condom," he said, his voice rough as he reached into the glove compartment.

Of course he had condoms in his car. He was Ravien Drayton, the playboy billionaire. He probably kept them everywhere.

He handed me the small packet, and I tore it open with my teeth, trying to look more confident than I felt. My hands shook as I rolled it onto him, and I was sure he could tell I was nervous.

"Come here," he said, his hands guiding my hips up.

I positioned myself above him, suddenly very aware of what we were about to do. In a car. With a man I'd met less than an hour ago.

"We can stop," he said, and I could hear the strain in his voice.

"If you're not ready..."

"I'm ready," I interrupted.

I removed every other piece of clothing on me and sat on his bulge and when I sank in, we both groaned

God, he felt different. Bigger than Morris, stretching me in a way that made me gasp. For a moment, I couldn't move, could only adjust to the feeling of him filling me completely.

"Okay?" he asked, 

I nodded, my eyes closed, taking a breath. Then I started to move.

His hands gripped my waist, guiding me, and soon we were moving together.

I threw my head back, lost in the sensation of him moving inside me.

"Ravien," I gasped, feeling that familiar tightening low in my belly.

"I'm going to..."

"Do it," he commanded, his grip on my hips tightening. 

"Come for me again."

And I did. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, tangled together in the driver's seat..

Then I laughed as I couldn't help it. The absurdity of the situation just hit me all at once, and the laugh bubbled up before I could stop it.

"I just had sex with Ravien Drayton in a car," I said, still catching my breath. 

"This is insane."

"Probably the sanest thing you've done tonight," he pointed out, pulling back to look at me. "Considering the alternative was getting stabbed by your fiancé."

The reminder of Morris made my smile fade slightly, but I didn't want to think about him right now. 

"Thank you," I said softly. 

"For this. For helping me forget, even if just for a moment."

"Who says we're done?" he asked, and I felt him twitch inside me, already getting hard again.

My eyes widened. "Already?"

"I have excellent stamina," he said with that infuriating smirk. "And we have all night."

Heat flooded through me at the thought, but before I could respond, a loud knock on the window made me jump.

A flashlight beam came through the fogged glass, and a voice called out,

"Hey! You can't park here! This is private property!"

Oh God. The security!

Panic replaced the haze of pleasure as I scrambled off Ravien's lap, frantically trying to pull my dress back up. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely grip the fabric. The zipper was stuck, my hair was a complete mess, and I was sure I looked exactly like what I was, a woman who'd just been caught having sex in a car.

"Sir! Ma'am! I need you to move this vehicle immediately!"

"Just a moment!" Ravien called out, sounding far more composed than I felt as he tucked himself back into his pants.

I finally managed to get my dress mostly back on, though the zipper was still undone and I was fairly certain my underwear was somewhere on the floor. 

"We should go," I whispered, my face burning with embarrassment.

Ravien started the car and rolled down the window just enough to address the guard. "My apologies. We're leaving now."

I kept my eyes down as we pulled out of the parking lot, unable to look at either the guard or Ravien. What had I just done? I'd had sex with a stranger in a car and gotten caught by security 

"Where are we going?" I asked when we've been driving for about five minutes.

"My place," he said. "Unless you have somewhere else you'd rather be?"

I shook my head as I was too even embarrassed to talk.

"Then you'll stay with me tonight," Ravien said.