Acting The Part

Chapter 11: Megan

I could barely catch my breath. My heart was racing, pounding so hard in my chest that I could feel it in my throat. My lips still tingled from Caleb's kiss, and every nerve in my body was on fire.

He was right there, so close, and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. Needed him.

I pressed my hand against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall as he breathed, his blue eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze was dark, hungry, and it matched the heat building inside me.

How the hell had I ended up here? In his convertible, parked in some secluded corner of the mall's lot, with my body screaming for him like this? It was insane.

This whole thing was insane. He was supposed to be a temporary solution, a business arrangement. A fake fiancé, a one-year marriage to help both of us get what we wanted. But none of that was on my mind right now.

Right now, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him.

I shifted in the passenger seat, trying to ignore the growing ache between my thighs. But it was impossible.

The way he was looking at me, the way his fingers had brushed against my waist as he pulled me close—it was driving me crazy. It was like my entire body was on high alert, every touch sending sparks of electricity through me.

"Come here," he growled, his voice rough and demanding.

I didn't hesitate. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I was climbing over the center console, squeezing my body between the dashboard and him.

The space was tight, but I didn't care. I needed to be closer, to feel him against me.

As soon as I straddled his lap, his hands flew to my hips, gripping me with a possessiveness that made my stomach flutter. I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against me through his pants, and fuck, it only made the heat inside me burn hotter.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, messy and unrestrained, but I didn't care.

All I cared about was the way his hands moved over my body, pulling me closer, keeping me pressed against him like he couldn't stand the idea of any space between us.

His fingers slid under the hem of my dress, pushing it up as his hands roamed over my thighs. I moaned into his mouth, my hips instinctively rolling against him, seeking more friction, more of him.

"Fuck, Megan," he groaned against my lips, his voice thick with lust. "You're driving me crazy."

I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my chest heaving as I looked down at him. His eyes were dark, almost predatory, and it sent a rush of heat straight to my core.

"You're one to talk," I whispered, my voice breathless. "You started this."

I didn't give him a chance to respond. Instead, I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with the button of his pants. I could feel his cock, hot and hard beneath the fabric, and the anticipation made my hands tremble as I unzipped him.

I was doing this again... with him. Desire was driving me to the point of insanity.

He cursed under his breath, his hands gripping my hips even tighter as I freed him, his arousal pressing against my inner thigh. For a second, I just stayed there, feeling the heat of him against me, the weight of his hands on my body.

The sound of my panties ripping echoed in the car and we both grinned. His finger grazed against my clit, and I shivered. My back arched, and a moan escaped my lips as my legs trembled.