Backseat Temptation

The car hummed beneath them, the night stretching endlessly outside as Adrian pulled into a secluded spot—an empty lot overlooking the glittering city skyline.

The tension had been thick between them for the entire drive, growing heavier with every lingering glance, every unspoken challenge.

Adrian cut the engine, the sudden silence wrapping around them like a second skin.

Valeria shifted slightly, her skirt riding up as she leaned back against the seat, her long legs stretching out in a way that made his fingers tighten on the steering wheel.

She let the silence stretch, waiting.

Then, she turned to him, voice dripping with lazy amusement.

"Why do I get the feeling you brought me here for something other than a conversation, Adrian?"

His jaw ticked.

Adrian had been patient. Too patient.

He had spent the entire night watching her—watching the way that tiny skirt barely covered anything, how the loose neckline of her top had dipped with every teasing movement, how she had smirked at him, knowing exactly what she was doing.

Now, with her sprawled out beside him, the dim glow of the city lights barely illuminating her face, he felt something snap.

"Maybe," he murmured, voice low, "I just wanted to see if you'd keep up this little game when we're alone."

Valeria tilted her head, her dark eyes glinting.

"Oh?" She shifted closer, her scent filling the car—something dark and feminine, laced with a hint of danger. "And what game would that be?"

Adrian exhaled sharply, turning to face her fully.

"You," he said, voice rough. "Tempting men just to see how far they'll go before they snap."

She smirked, slow and knowing. "And are you close to snapping, Adrian?"

His grip tightened on the gear shift.

Her voice dropped, a sultry whisper as she leaned in just a fraction closer. "Because I think you are."

The words curled around his senses like smoke, thick and inescapable.

Adrian turned sharply, his hand reaching out before he could stop himself, fingers wrapping around her throat—not tight, just enough for her to feel the warning, the unspoken threat.

Valeria let out a soft exhale, her lips parting slightly, and damn him, but the sight alone made his restraint crumble.

His thumb brushed over her pulse, feeling it thrum against his skin.

"You like pushing me, don't you?" he murmured, his voice dangerously low.

Valeria's lips curled, her hands sliding up to rest against his chest, her nails grazing his shirt just slightly.

"Maybe." A pause. Then, softer, teasing, "Or maybe I just wanted you to touch me."

Something dark flickered in his gaze.

And then he moved.

It happened fast—one second, he was watching her, the next, he was yanking her across the console, pulling her onto his lap.

Valeria let out a breathless laugh, straddling him easily, her thighs bracketing his hips as her hands found purchase on his shoulders.

"Impatient," she taunted.

Adrian's hand slid down her back, gripping the bare skin just above her skirt. "Careful, printsessa," he warned, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "You might not like what happens if you keep playing with fire."

Valeria leaned in, so close their lips almost brushed.

"Maybe I want to get burned," she whispered.

And then his mouth was on hers.

The first kiss was slow—dangerous in its restraint, his lips firm as they claimed hers.

But then Valeria moved, grinding just slightly against him, and all that restraint snapped.

A low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down, gripping the soft curve of her ass, pulling her closer—closer—until she could feel exactly how much she had affected him.

She gasped against his lips, and Adrian took full advantage, sliding his tongue against hers, tasting her, devouring her.

Valeria arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back just as fiercely, just as hungrily.

The windows fogged, the air turning thick with heat.

Adrian's hands roamed—up her back, down to her thighs, tracing every inch of exposed skin as if memorizing her.

Valeria moaned softly into his mouth, rolling her hips against him, and he groaned, gripping her harder, his breath ragged.

"Fuck," he muttered against her lips. "You're going to kill me."

She smirked, breathless, lips swollen. "That depends—are you enjoying your death, DeLuca?"

His grip tightened.

"Too much."

And then he kissed her again, rougher, deeper, losing himself completely.

Valeria gasped into his mouth as Adrian pulled her down harder against him, his grip possessive, unyielding. His hands roamed her body, one sliding up to her bare back, fingers splaying over the delicate dip of her spine, the other gripping her thigh, pushing her skirt higher until it barely covered anything.

She was heat and sin in his lap, a slow, torturous rhythm against him, making his restraint fray with every teasing roll of her hips.

"You're fucking dangerous," Adrian rasped against her lips, his voice raw, desperate.

Valeria smirked, a wicked gleam in her dark eyes. "I told you, didn't I?" she murmured, trailing her lips along his jaw, down to the column of his throat. "Maybe I want to burn."

Her tongue flicked against his pulse, sending a violent shudder through him.

"Careful, printsessa," Adrian warned, voice barely a breath.

But Valeria was past careful.

Her teeth grazed his skin, her fingers slipping beneath the collar of his shirt, nails dragging over his chest.

"Tell me something, Adrian "she whispered against his throat, her lips tracing slow, tantalizing patterns along his skin. "Is this what you wanted when you offered me a ride?"

Adrian growled, his hands tightening on her body.

"You think I can't handle you?" he countered, his fingers sliding up her bare thighs, tracing the edge of her skirt.

Valeria shivered, but her smirk never wavered.

"I think," she purred, lips brushing the shell of his ear, "you've never wanted something this badly before."

Adrian's breath hitched, his grip on her tightening.

And then, in one swift motion, he yanked her against him fully, crushing her body to his.

Valeria gasped, but the sound was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her again—ravenous, consuming. His tongue slid against hers, deep and desperate, as if he wanted to drown himself in her taste.

She moaned into him, arching against his body, fingers tugging at his shirt, nails scraping against his abs as she pressed even closer.

"Fuck," Adrian exhaled between kisses, his lips trailing down to her jaw, her throat, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin there.

Valeria let out a breathy moan, tilting her head back to give him more access, her body thrumming with heat.

His hands slid lower, gripping the bare skin of her ass beneath her skirt, pulling her tighter against him. She could feel how hard he was, how much he wanted her, and the knowledge sent a delicious thrill through her.

"Adrian," she breathed, her nails raking down his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt.

He groaned against her throat, biting down lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue.

"You drive me insane," he admitted, voice rough, his breath hot against her skin.

Valeria laughed softly, the sound sultry and teasing.

"Good," she whispered, rolling her hips against him again, dragging another low, guttural sound from his throat.

Adrian's hands tightened on her, his restraint hanging by a thread.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Valeria," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers, teasing but not quite kissing her again.

She smirked, dark eyes burning with challenge.

"And you love it," she whispered.

Adrian exhaled sharply, his hands sliding up her body, cupping her waist, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts.

Valeria shivered at the touch, her breath stuttering, her body arching instinctively.

"You feel so fucking good," Adrian muttered, capturing her mouth again in another desperate, toe-curling kiss.

Valeria melted into him, the heat between them building, spiraling, threatening to consume them both.

The air was thick, charged, every touch electric.

But then—

A sharp vibration cut through the tension.

Adrian groaned in frustration as his phone buzzed insistently from his pocket.

Valeria smirked, pulling back slightly, her lips kiss-swollen, her breath uneven.

"Saved by the bell?" she teased, voice husky.

Adrian exhaled heavily, his forehead resting against hers.

"If I ignore it, will you still be here when I look up?" he murmured.

Valeria smiled wickedly, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

"You'll have to find out," she whispered.

He cursed under his breath before reluctantly reaching into his pocket.

As he answered the call, Valeria took the opportunity to slide off his lap, smoothing down her skirt, her movements slow, teasing.

Adrian watched her with dark, heated eyes, his free hand clenching at his side as he tried to focus on the conversation.

Valeria leaned against the door, her smirk deepening as she watched the frustration flicker across his face.

"See you around, Adrian." she purred before slipping out of the car, leaving Adrian with nothing but the lingering taste of her and the unbearable ache of unfinished pleasure.