THE RETURN

Chapter 42

When he slid into the driver's seat next to her, he looked at her, "So, I had a really good time tonight."

She smiled, "Me too. Thank you, it really was perfect."

Their lips met halfway across the center console to connect, when he pulled away slightly, he whispered, "Would you like to spend the night with me?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically before kissing him softly once more, "In a bed not in the same vicinity as our kids?"

"Of course."

"Then yes, I would love to spend the night with you. But can we hurry up and get there, because I've been wanting you since I saw you in that suit." Just the thought of heading to a bed made her become super aware, once again, that her core was throbbing. She was sure her panties were close to being embarrassing soaked and she really just wanted Elliot between her legs.

He didn't respond, he simply nodded and started the car. He watched her out of his peripheral vision as he drove. For the most part she kept her eyes looking out of the window but every now and then she would steal a seductive glance at him. It wasn't until he hit a red light that he placed his right hand on her knee.

His touch, like every time he touched her, was like fire against her sensitive skin. She made eye contact with him as she spread her legs a little further apart. The raise of his eyebrows when he saw her movement had her shrugging her shoulders at him. She wasn't going to tell him to keep moving his hand up, she was just letting him know that she wouldn't object if he did.

He took a deep breath. Was Olivia Benson seriously giving him an invitation to put his hand between her legs in the car? Although that answer was obviously yes, the movement of his hand upward was tentatively slow. The higher it moved, the more he felt the muscles in her legs quiver in response. When he reached her upper inner thigh, he drew his fingers along the rough patches left there softly. The scars left on her body never made him look at her differently, if anything it made him look at her more highly than he ever did before.

Although she knew that he saw her scars and felt them as he touched her, he never made her feel self conscious about them. The few times he lingered along them, he treated them with such love and romanticism, that it made her feel more cherished by him.

She drew in a breath as his fingers danced along the edge of her panties and gasped lightly when his feather light touch became a whole hand pulling her left leg a little wider. Her leg followed his movement, while her hand found the lever on the side of her seat so that she could recline herself back ever so slightly. When his fingers finally swept over her scantily covered center, she moaned.

As his fingers moved across the material, he became highly aware of how wet she was. On their own, her underwear felt like they didn't cover much. However, with her increased wetness they were most likely rendered useless. He was quick to confirm that fact by applying a gentle amount of pressure on her covered entrance. As his finger easily ripped the material and entered her, they both groaned out loud. He withdrew his finger slowly, hooking it on the offending material and moving it upward. The material tore as easily as it did before, making him successful in ripping it all the way until his finger hit her throbbing bundle of nerves.

"Elll..." she had to hand it to the man, he was hitting her in all the right places and still managing to keep his eyes completely focused on the road in front of him. Her eyes closed in pleasure when his fingers applied more pressure and another moan escaped her lips when they took up a circular motion against her.

He was beyond thankful that it was not only dark but also that his Jeep was higher up than most cars because if either of those things were not present at the moment, everybody would be able to tell what they were doing. When her hand took hold of his wrist, he let up on the pressure he was applying to her clitoris and moved his fingers back down to her entrance. If he had learned anything about Olivia's body these last few weeks it was that she really enjoyed the combination of clitoris stimulation and penetration. So when his index and middle finger entered her, his palm came up to rub against her clitoris.