Chapter 68: Backseat Kisses

She lifted the iPad. "You forgot your iPad."

"Ah." He shook his head slightly. "You didn’t have to bring it all the way. I was already planning on calling Adrian to go get it."

Naomi handed it toward him. "Well, Adrian owes me a thank you then for saving him the trip."

He stepped closer to her and took the iPad. "Thank you. Wanna grab some coffee?"

"I’ve got to go. I’m almost late for the bakery...But walk me to the car. I need to do something."

Dorian raised a brow. "What?"

"Stop asking questions. Come on!"

Before he could point out that asking questions was literally how he earned a living, Naomi was already hurrying toward the steps.

Dorian stared after her for a moment then followed like an obedient puppy. She practically ran down the courthouse steps, weaving around people with Dorian following several paces behind. "What exactly are you doing?" he called after her.

"You’ll see."

Dorian caught up with her as they reached the Range Rover. She unlocked it, opened the rear door and climbed into the backseat.

Naomi scooted farther in. "Come in!"

Dorian shook his head and climbed in. "It is genuinely difficult to keep up with you." He shut the door behind him.

The tinted windows muted the world outside, leaving them in the cool, private quiet of the backseat.

Dorian turned toward her. "Now, what in the blazes did you need to—"

His question died instantly. She climbed onto his lap. His hands automatically went to her waist. "What..." His brows shot up. "What are you doing?"

Naomi settled over him as though this had been her plan from the moment she saw him inside that courtroom.

Maybe it had.

"I got all hot and bothered watching you in court."

"You were in there..."

She kissed him. She had spent the last half hour thinking about this. He dropped his ipad and pulled her properly into his arms, kissing her right back. She hadn’t expected the force of it.

his arm was tight around her waist, his other hand sliding along her back as his mouth took over the kiss.

Naomi gripped the front of his suit jacket. He made a low sound against her mouth. If this was some kind of preview for Saturday, he had absolutely no objection.

His hands moved down and cupped her ass, pulling her closer. His cock sprang to life.

Jesus Christ.

It was just a kiss. If Dorian was being truthful with himself, he had already been wound up for days.

Their own stupid rule had created a countdown neither of them seemed emotionally prepared to survive.

By the time they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing harder than they should have been from a kiss.

Naomi rested her forehead against his. They were absolutely going to be counting the seconds until midnight.

Dorian exhaled and glanced down between them before returning his eyes to hers. "Do you realise the magnitude of the problem you have caused me?" he asked her.

"I feel the magnitude of the problem I have caused you." Naomi shifted deliberately on his lap, grinding herself against the hard ridge beneath his trousers.

Dorian’s head dropped back against the seat as a rough groan escaped him. "Jesus, Naomi."

She smiled. So much for just a kiss. His hands tightened around her waist for a moment before sliding beneath the hem of her shirt.

"I thought you had to get to work."

"Yeah..." Naomi breathed as his palms moved higher. "I do." She closed her eyes when his hand found her breast through her bra.

Dorian watched her face. That was one of the things he liked most about her. She reacted to everything.

Every touch showed somewhere on her face, in the way her breathing changed or the way she grabbed at him when he found something she liked.

His fingers closed around her breast. Then his thumb found her nipple through the fabric.

"Oh...I thought this would be quick."

His fingers pinched her nipple through her bra. he caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it upward.

The bra followed just enough for him to free her breasts.

"You have very nice breasts." His hands covered them and squeezed, feeling the softness fill his palms.

Her nipples tightened beneath his fingers. He circled one slowly.

"Dorian..." Her head tipped back.

Dorian had meant to tease her. Remind her exactly what she had started and then send her off to work equally frustrated.

Instead, touching her was making his own situation considerably worse. Every small sound she made was going directly to the erection she was currently sitting on.

He lowered his head. The first touch of his mouth against her made her fingers tighten in his hair.

"Oh God..."

Dorian drew one nipple between his lips. She shuddered. God, his mouth.

His tongue.

She had absolutely no business finding out this much about what Dorian Heathcliffe could do with his mouth when she was already late for work.

He circled the sensitive peak with his tongue, then sucked. Her hips moved against him without thought. He groaned against her skin.

"There," she whispered. "Yes... right there."

Naomi became incapable of silence when aroused. He loved it. He switched to the other breast. She held his head against her, fingers threaded through his hair while he sucked, kissed and teased. Her skin was ridiculously soft.

Dorian kneaded one breast while his mouth worked the other, alternating between slow circles of his tongue and firmer pulls that had Naomi squirming on his lap. His cock throbbed beneath her.

"Oh..." Naomi breathed. "Dorian..."

He twisted one nipple gently between his fingers.

"Oooooh... I have to go, Dorian."

He ignored her.

"I really have to go."

He finally lifted his head. She started fixing her bra and pulled her shirt down. He caught her waist and pulled her close again, kissing her once more. "In a few hours, I own you." he said when he pulled away.