“I touch you like this, you’ll wreck my car,” I warn her.
“You don’t touch me like this, and I guarantee I’ll wreck your car out of pure frustration.” She sends me an evil smile. “What will it be, Rhett?”
She’s driving me out of my mind. I can’t do this, not while she’s driving my car. We get a little too into it, and next thing I know we’re wrecked. Literally.
I’m not in the mood to die tonight.
“Pull over,” I demand.
She frowns at me. “What?”
“I said, pull over.” I wave a finger at an upcoming parking lot to the right. “Now.”
Jensen turns on the blinker and pulls into the parking lot of an old church. She cruises to the very back, behind the building, and guides the car into a spot in the deepest corner of the lot so we’re facing a rickety old fence. She puts the car in park, shuts off the engine and unbuckles her seat belt before she turns and faces me. “Tell me what to do now, Rhett.”
My blood heats at her soft words. I slowly undo my seatbelt, anticipation thrumming in my veins. We’re playing some sort of game tonight, and I am a willing participant. I blame the alcohol.
And the woman.
“Take off your sweater.”
She does as I ask, whipping the thin black sweater up and over her head, tossing it behind her so it lands in the back seat. She had no bra on, so all I see are her perfect breasts, her tiny pink nipples hard and begging for my mouth.
But I decide to show a little restraint first.
“Your skirt.” I flick my chin at her. “Get rid of it.”
It’s gone in a matter of seconds, a crumpled ball on the floor.
“Now your panties.”
Jensen arches a brow, then slowly removes her underwear. There is something so goddamn sexy about watching a woman slip out of a delicate piece of lacy panties, sliding them down her long, slim legs. They get tangled around her ankles and heels, and when she finally kicks them off, her knowing gaze meets mine. “Do you want them?”
“Yeah,” I croak, clearing my throat. I stare at her naked form, sitting in the driver’s seat of my car, and I know I will never forget this moment, this night.
This girl.
She hands her panties over and I take them, crumpling the damp fabric against my palm. In the close confines of the car, the musky smell of her fills the space, and I know she’s aroused.
Fuck, I’m aroused too.
“Come here,” I whisper, and she crawls over the center console, settling her warm, naked body on me. She slings her arms around my neck, her hands clasped loosely at my nape, her knees bent on either side of my hips, with her thighs spread wide. Open and willing and all mine.
A tiny smile still curls her lips as she studies me. “You got me where you want me, Montgomery?”
I rest my hands at her hips, squeezing gently. “You want this? A few hours ago you looked like you wanted to throw a drink in my face.”
She leans in close, her lips just above mine. “That’s because you were an asshole.”
“And last week?” When she frowns, I continue, “When you slipped out of my bed in the middle of the night?”
Her frown deepens, and guilt clouds her eyes as she shifts away, creating distance between us. “I…panicked.”
“Why?” I touch her breast, circling her nipple with my finger. “You didn’t like it?” If she says she didn’t enjoy that night we shared, I’ll know she’s a pathological liar, unable to help herself. The way she responded to me was too real for me to believe she faked it.
If she did, she’s the best actress I’ve ever witnessed.
“I liked it too much,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed when I pinch her nipple with my thumb and index finger. She hisses in a breath when I squeeze tighter, and I drop my hand,