His grip on her hip tightened, but he didn’t try to stop her. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
She knew. They had to stop for so many reasons, the least of which was that they were on the side of a freaking highway and it was only a matter of time before a car drove past.
But she didn’t want to stop.
Apparently Quinn didn’t, either, because he moved his hand, sliding beneath her shirt to splay across her lower stomach, his fingers still just inside her shorts. They weren’t anywhere close to where she wanted them, but it felt unbearably intimate all the same. He exerted the slightest pressure, guiding her back against him, silently urging her to roll her hips again. So she did.
He rewarded her by sliding his hand a little further into her shorts, his fingertips just beneath her panties. “Undo the top button.”
She obeyed with shaking hands, half sure she was dreaming this whole thing. But no, this was Quinn, his big body wrapped around hers, his hand dangerously close to pushing her over the edge and he hadn’t even done anything yet.
He nipped the back of her neck as his hand slid the rest of the way into her panties, every nerve she had tightening as he leisurely stroked her once, twice…
So close.
The sound of tires on the asphalt snapped her back to herself. They were on the side of the highway. She looked over to see the tow truck approaching, the driver’s face clear enough to see his wide eyes as he took in the scene they made. Oh. My. God.
Aubry shoved away from him. She did her best to ignore the way her body shook from denied pleasure. She couldn’t believe she’d been so stupid as to give him a clear invitation again—let alone undo her button for him—and it was that same stupidity making her want to tell the tow truck driver to get lost.
Clearly the heat had boiled her brain.
For his part, Quinn recovered faster than she did. He met the driver halfway between vehicles, and they walked over to stare at the no-longer-smoking engine. She had half a thought that neither of them knew anything about engines at all and they didn’t want to admit it, but it was entirely possible she was acting as uncharitable as her mother always accused her of being.
She grabbed her computer out of the truck as the men seemed to come to the conclusion that they’d actually have to tow the vehicle into the nearest actual town—which she learned was El Paso. It was a good twenty miles away, which would make for a truly delightful ride since she could smell the tow driver from five feet away, and he seemed to be missing half his teeth.
This is why I go out of my way to rarely leave the apartment. Shit always goes sideways at the first available opportunity.
She stewed the entire way into the mechanic’s, and the only saving grace of the driver’s stink was the fact that it kept her distracted from the fact that she and Quinn were forced to press together from shoulder to knees. Or the fact that every time she looked at his hands, she could feel them sliding into her shorts…and lower. And it sure as hell didn’t distract her from the fact that she wanted his hand back between her thighs, coaxing her into an orgasm.
Or that she didn’t want it to stop with his hands.Chapter Six“What the fuck do you mean it’s going to be in the shop overnight?”
The mechanic, an old, grizzled man that was about half Quinn’s size, shrugged. “I’ve got to order in a part, and even if those dipshits over there manage to get me the right one today, I’m not paid enough to stay open late for the likes of you.”
“How much?”
The guy—Larry, from his name tag—laughed. “More than you can pay, sonny.” He leaned in and lowered his voice, shooting a glance to where Aubry stalked around the front of the shop, glaring at everything. “Here’s a tip that I won’t charge extra for—there’s a nice little B&B round the way. Take your lady and put some effort into loving away that foul mood she’s got going.”
He’d be lying if he said the thought of sex chilling Aubry out hadn’t occurred to him—especially when Jules had accidentally let it slip six months ago that Aubry didn’t date and hadn’t had that particular itch scratched in what might be years—but he wasn’t the man who’d be able to manage that herculean feat.
Except, after how things had gone down next to his truck, he kind of wanted to. Quinn shook his head, trying to focus on the man in front of him rather than the woman pacing in front of the dingy window like a caged animal. “Pretty sure that’s just her personality.”