Vina was the most beautiful girl I knew and so fucking sexy too. I could watch her dance all night, her body moving under the multi-colored lights on the dancefloor. I wasn't sure what had changed, but I was glad she was feeling better and getting into the energy of the night.

I was still worried about how she was feeling. Something had definitely upset her, and I felt like I didn't get the full story from her. But it wasn't the time—I wasn't going to bring down her mood again or make things weird around everyone else. Vina and I had all the time in the world to talk, just the two of us, away from my friends and the company of others. Besides even if those weren't factors, I also didn't want to press Vina to talk about something that she wasn't ready to discuss quite yet.

Right then, the most important thing we could do was dance.

It sounded ridiculous, but it was clear that Vina needed time to adjust to being here. She needed fun—and a reminder that it was a good thing that we could be out here together and really act as just us. No need to worry about ex-boyfriends and ex-friends.

Vina reached out and laced her fingers through mine. We'd been to clubs together before, but the mood of the night was so different from anything we'd experienced. It half felt like inviting a one-night stand back to my place. Even though Vina and I had sex many times before, the thrill and anticipation building up in my body was reigniting something in me. This kind of desire would usually be dormant in me after we'd started regularly hooking up, which was the natural progression of things.

But Vina had always managed to bring that feeling back every single time. She made everything feel new and exciting all over again. I knew in that moment I could never get tired of her, that I would love having sex with her, always.

Getting out of the club felt like a little bit of a blur. Vina finished off our drinks so I'd be able to drive, we told my friends that we were heading out, and we got back to the car in a little bit of a frenzied state, like we couldn't get back home quickly enough.

I started the car, thinking that this might end up feeling like an ages-long car ride. I glanced at Vina as she got comfortable in her seat, the way her dress fit against her. She looked so unbelievably sexy. Just the way that her figure looked sitting like that, not even trying to seduce me, made me feel like I was going crazy. She set something off in me that was so animalistic, so new, that I could barely control myself.

"Fuck," I mumbled a little bit, my eyes tracing up her body. Her legs were perfect, long, and lean. The way her dress sat against them... I just wanted to trace my fingers up, snaking up the material. And the way her breasts sat in that dress. They were full and round and all I wanted was to rip her dress down.

I needed Vina naked. And now.

"How long until we're home?" Vina asked, turning to me. She pressed her knees to the center console and looking at her soft skin in the moonlight nearly sucked the air out of my chest.

"It shouldn't be too long," I said, having to refocus. I hadn't even pulled out of my parking spot yet because I was so caught up in her.

"Okay," Vina said and then reached a hand out, placing it delicately on my thigh. It was an innocent enough move on her part, but it made all of the blood rush down to my clit. My body felt alive and sensitive, like I could burst at any second from even the smallest motion. If I felt even a tiny bit of Vina's breath on my skin, I would've combusted.

Vina absentmindedly—or maybe intentionally but coyly—traced her fingers over my thigh. Goosebumps erupted over my skin and I was glad my pants protected Vina from seeing them. Despite the comfort and stability being in a relationship brought, there was also so much that was new for us. I didn't want to embarrass myself. I wanted her to know that I was attracted to her, but I also didn't want to expose how much she affected me, how badly I constantly wanted her.

Her hand moved further and further up, making my breath hitch in my throat. I was brought back to the various interactions we'd had in cars, including our first one where we'd told each other everything we wanted to do together. At the time, I didn't think we would ever actually do anything. I didn't think we would be together, I didn't think I would actually go behind Sebastian's back like that.

But Vina was impossible to resist. She was sexy and funny, kind and strong. People—specifically, Sebastian—had put her through a lot and her friends had not been kind to her in the process. None of it was fair. But Vina handled it so well, at least from what I could see.

I was glad Vina had gotten away from Sebastian. It was only an added bonus that she'd run into my arms after everything.

When her hand reached my very upper thigh, her fingertips dangerously close to my sensitive region. I didn't have to check to know that I was soaking wet. I would've taken Vina right there in the car if I knew a good spot on the road to pull over and share a private moment. Hell, I would've taken Vina right there in the car with everyone driving past if I knew it was acceptable to do that.

I didn't think Vina would go further until she moved up to the button of my pants. She toyed with it for a second and then undid it. She moved toward the zipper and I was so stunned, so turned on, that I couldn't do anything except stare at the road in front of me and hope that Vina kept going. I was worried if I tried to actually speak, I would just let out a moan.

My eyes were glued firmly on the road, but I could feel Vina looking at me out of the corner of my eye. She leaned forward for better access, slipping her fingers into my waistband and undoing my zipper.

She eased her hand inside and a bolt went through me, making my body tense and then loosen. I felt almost dangerously turned on.

All I wanted was more.

"Can I?" Vina asked.

I gulped and then nodded, wondering if Vina knew that she had complete control over me. In a lot of ways, I was the more dominant one. She was softer and gentler in everything she did—the way she spoke, foreplay, how we had sex. But when she was teasing me or fucking me, she was the boss. I was nothing more than putty in her hands, bending to her every will with no resistance. I would've done anything she asked. I was desperate for it.

Her hand slipped fully into my pants, gently gliding over my briefs. They were designed for men, so she quickly found the hole and teased me, brushing her fingertips against my bare skin.

I felt a little shy knowing that Vina was watching me and my reactions. Vina never seemed hesitant, in fact, she seemed to love knowing my eyes were on her. But I wasn't used to being the one on display. I tended to take control, to be the one who made someone else beg and whimper and be under my control.

But Vina was turning the tables on me.

"What did you want to do to me once we got home?" Vina asked. I heard it immediately. Do to me instead of with me. We both knew what we were going home for—and Vina was making her intentions clear. She wanted to be fucked and hard.

I could barely formulate any words. I was so distracted by how close she was to my slit, how wet I was with anticipation. "Fuck you," I forced out.

"How?"

I flashed through so many different scenarios—in bed, in the shower, against a desk or the kitchen counter, in the pool. We could fuck in my car right there in the driveway, too desperate for each other to even make it inside the house.

Just thinking about it turned me on even more. I thought I really might cum from Vina's gentle touch and my imagination alone.

"I haven't decided yet," I said. "I just know I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming my name."

"Mm," Vina said and moved her fingers gently against my clit. Even through the material of my briefs, it felt incredible.

When I pulled into the driveway, Vina was slow to pull her hand back. I really was tempted to pull us to the backseat, but I knew with the house right there, I couldn't do that. I wanted all of that space for us.

I parked and we walked up to the house, Vina's hand in mine. I didn't think I'd ever moved so quickly before to unlock the front door.

Vina leaned in close and I could tell she was about to say something. I couldn't wait to hear it—I knew it was going to be incredibly dirty.

But then suddenly, we stopped in our tracks by the light turning on.

"Cayden?"