“Don’t get me wrong. I want to. I want so much.” He glanced at me as I unclicked my seatbelt and let his coat drop. “But I have no right to demand it or to—oof.”
I clambered over the console into his lap and slid my hands into his hair. “Tight squeeze in here, but sometimes it comes in handy being small. I have some demands of my own.” I scraped my teeth over his lower lip as his gaze roamed my face. “They start with you getting this Jeep on the road, so I don’t unzip your pants and find out what you’re working with in my parents’ driveway.”
His laughter rumbled into my mouth as his wide hands skimmed up the backs of my thighs. “What the fuck?” He glanced down between us as if he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. “You’re not wearing underwear?”
Innocently, I lifted my brows.
“At Thanksgiving dinner?” His tone was incredulous.
“I started out with them, but they weren’t good enough for our first naked adventure. You stole my thongs, damn you. They were my best pair.”
He chuckled. “You’re not getting them back either.”
“Afraid you’ll be doing more sneezing?”
He squeezed my ass, nice and hard. “I sneezed a lot that night when you were in my guest bed down the hall. Imagining what you were wearing while you were rolling around in my sheets.” He licked his lips. “Or not wearing.”
Damn. I pictured Jared with his long, hard cock in his hand, my panties wrapped around his fist, and I rocked against him to try to quell the ache in my core. “You can touch me now.”
“Driveway,” he managed, shifting his hands down until he was dangerously close to my pussy. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
His mouth claimed mine, his tongue delving deep at the same moment his fingers found me. The sound I made wasn’t human. After this long, the rough drag of his calloused skin over my clit—and yes, he knew where it was, freaking hallelujah—felt like a benediction.
With one touch, I was shaking. He drew on my tongue while he picked up the pace, his pressure just right against the swollen bundle of nerves. I rolled my hips upward to give him more access, and his cock nudged against me, full and hard and capable of making all my horniest dreams come true.
“Yes, yes. Please.”
I was ready to go, here and now. I didn’t care if my mom might be standing at the window. I didn’t care if my sisters—or worse, my nosy brother—might wander by.
One way or another, I was getting some tonight.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” He slid his mouth along my jaw to my ear, his voice an urgent whisper. “Rock against me. Bear down. Just like that, Bee. God. I don’t want my first with you to be in my boxers, but damn. You feel incredible.” He drove two fingers into me, and I arched my back, clasping his broad shoulders to keep myself from unleashing the scream in my chest.
Somehow by the grace of the sexual universe, the baby was still asleep, the turkey plumage on top of her hood fluttering with her occasional soft snores.
“You’re biting your lip now, but you won’t have to later,” he promised, kissing my throat. “You’re going to scream all night for me.”
In lieu of an answer, I let go of his shoulder to pluck at my nipple through my top. His fingers turned wild inside me. Whatever patience he had splintered into deep, frantic thrusts as he kissed down my throat to my shoulder. The shout inside me rose up again as I fought to hold on, using my nails on his corded muscles to stifle the sounds I needed to make.
Two fingers became three, and he corkscrewed them inside me as his thumb swirled over my clit. Without warning, I shattered like a supernova, my vision going bright at the edges and then dark, so dark as I pressed my face into his neck and trembled around him.
“Oh, baby. That was…” He took a shaky breath. “We need to go. Now.”
He kissed me hard and fast and then unceremoniously dumped me in the passenger seat so my skirt flared up, exposing all my oversensitive nerve endings to the heated air. I slumped against the door, barely managing not to shriek as he rocketed out of my parents’ driveway. I started laughing, burying my face in my hands to try to muffle the noise.
Since he actually screeched the tires as he put the Jeep back into drive, he wasn’t too concerned with being quiet.
“Where do we go, dammit, think. Where can we—I know.” Before I could reply, he sailed down a side street without wearing his seatbelt or using a turn signal.
I wanted to tease him. The sheriff was out of control. But since I’d driven him into that state and I’d never loved anything more, I didn’t say a damn thing.
Fearfully, I peeked into the backseat and almost giggled at how Sami’s head had tipped back so that some of her plumage dipped over one eye. She was so cute I wanted to snuggle her.
Later. Much later.
Assuming our good fortune lasted until the good sheriff gave me the clubbing of my life.
He took another few quick turns, hitting the gas while I debated putting on my seatbelt. Sworn officer of the law or not, he wasn’t in his right mind and currently had both a lead foot and a lead dick.