“You want me to follow you back to his place?” Savannah asks as we start walking out into the parking lot.
“Go ahead and go home. I’ll text you later,” Jensen answers.
“Jen.” The warning tone in Savannah’s voice is obvious. “Be careful.”
“I’ve got this handled.” She smiles at me, and all the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Don’t worry.”
She hits the button on the keyless remote to unlock the car, and then we’re both climbing in, me on the passenger side for once in my life. It feels strange, to be in your own car but not driving it. I never realized what a control freak I am.
“Don’t wreck it, okay?” I tell her gently as she hits the button to start the car.
“I won’t wreck your precious car, Rhett,” she promises, just before she thrusts the gear into drive and pulls out of the parking spot, the tires squealing and the back end of the car swaying.
“Jesus, Jensen!” I sober up real quick as she drives like a maniac out of the parking lot, laughing the entire time. But once we’re on the road, she drives at a normal speed, her gaze focused on the road in front of her.
“Did I scare you?”
“Yeah,” I admit, feeling like an idiot.
“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. You were looking at your car just like you look at me when we’re…” Her voice drifts and she clamps her lips shut.
“When we’re what?” I ask, curious.
Her gaze meets mine briefly before she returns her focus to the road. “When we’re—fucking.”
“Well, don’t forget. You do have the good pussy,” I remind her, going for humor. We can’t fight if we’re trying to be funny, right?
She laughs, her sparkling gaze landing on me briefly. “You really think so?”
“You really expect me to answer that?” There’s something different about her. She seems more confident, not as closed off.
It also feels like she’s teasing me. Toying with me. I don’t know if that’s a good thing.
Probably not.
“Be honest, Rhett.” Her voice is low. Sultry. Sexy. “You could’ve had my pussy earlier. In the club.”
I say nothing, just shift in my seat, trying to ignore my growing erection. The word pussy drops so easily from her lips, and it’s kind of a turn on.
“You can have it right now, if you want it.” She comes to a stop at a red light, causally stretching her legs out in front of her, causing her tight skirt to ride up and expose her slender thighs.
“Jens.” My voice is a warning, but my resolve is weak. So fucking weak.
She squirms in her seat and reaches for her skirt, tugging it up so it’s bunched around her waist, exposing her panties. They’re black lace and barely cover her.
Damn.
“You left me high and dry in that hallway, Rhett,” she murmurs, hitting the gas when the light turns green. “I wanted you so bad. For the rest of the night, all I could think about was you touching me, and it made me ache in the worst way.”
Her words are messing with my head again. She knows exactly what to say to seduce me. And my guard is down. I’m drunk and horny and dying to reach over and slip my fingers in her panties. See if she’s wet.
I’d bet a million bucks she’s soaked.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I tell her gruffly as I settle my hand on her thigh. Her skin is warm and smooth, and I run my fingers up, closer and closer to her panties.
“I’m not teasing you. I’m letting you have me. Take what you want.” She spreads her legs a little and I brush my fingers against her very center.
Yep. The fabric’s wet.