“Why, you!” She shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. “You’re insufferable—an arrogant ass of a man and—”
“You want me.” He stepped into her and put his hands on her hips, mimicking the way they’d stood the other night before things got so out of control. Bri froze, her body tensed as if she couldn’t decide whether to kiss him or run back into the bar. He didn’t give her time to decide. He pulled her closer, until she could feel just how much she affected him. “You want me so bad, you can’t see straight. You’ve touched yourself thinking about me. And all you can think about is how badly you want to do it again.”
She licked her lips. “You have a very high opinion of yourself.”
“Am I wrong?” He reached down to cup her ass, grinding her against him, loving the way her lips parted in response. “Tell me I’m wrong and it’s done.”
She moved closer, her breasts pressing more firmly against his chest. “Stop talking and kiss me already.”
He crushed her against him, and it felt so terrifyingly good to take her mouth and have those luscious lips pressed against his again. They both groaned at the first stroke of tongue against tongue. Her arms went around his neck and he squeezed her ass. She may have been hell-bent on hiding beneath her frumpy sweaters and loose skirts, but her behind was goddamn biteable.
“Not here.”
She kissed him again before he could respond, and it took a truly outstanding amount of self-control to break it. “My SUV.”
“Okay.” She let him back them off the curb and to his vehicle. He had to release her long enough to open the door and climb into the driver’s seat, but then Ryan lifted her in with him. The large front seat gave her plenty of room to straddle his hips, and he groaned when she pressed against his cock.
But she didn’t kiss him again. “Can you pull around back or something? Someone might see.”
As much as he didn’t like the idea of being her dirty little secret, he also didn’t need his brother or Avery seeing them go at it, either. “Sure.”
He locked her against his body and put the Suburban in drive. The openmouthed kisses he dragged along her neck were rewarded when she went soft with a cry.Thiswas the Bri he wanted to spend more time with, the one who softened her sharp comments with touches that made his head spin. The one who challenged him until he was so angry he couldn’t see straight, then flipped the switch and told him he was the only man to make her come until she lost her mind. She ran her hands over his chest and pulled his chin up for another kiss. It was the kind of soul-destroying kiss that a man could sink into until he didn’t know which way was up. He met her tongue, thrust for thrust, and reached between them to pull her skirt up until he touched skin.
“Mmm.” She slid against his hand as he cupped her through her panties. The heat of her there damn near scalded him through his wet pants. He glanced down and choked back a laugh. Uniform blue briefs. He wanted his mouth against the soaked cotton until her cries filled the SUV. But not yet. Not until they found somewhere to finish this.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t take things a step further. Ryan slid his hand up and then back down her stomach, dipping into her panties so he could cup her again, this time with nothing between them. She moaned and tilted her hips, offering him everything. He teased her, tracing her opening without penetrating. She grabbed his hand, pressing him more firmly against her, and managed to open her eyes. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”
“Good.” He shifted her enough to see the road over her shoulder, and took a left turn. Once they were on the straightaway, he pushed a finger into her, immediately rewarded when she cried out. “Because I don’t particularly like you, either.”
“I can tell.” She nibbled on his neck, her breath coming harsher with each stroke of his fingers. “God, why do you smell so good? It should be illegal. I can’t think when you’re around.”
“Noted.” He spread her wetness around and circled her clit. “Pull down your shirt.”
“What?”
He thrust his fingers into her, two this time. “Just a little bit. I want to see those pale little nipples.”
For a second, she looked like she might say no, but he kept working her with his hand and she bit her lip. “Don’t let this go to your head.”
“Honey, the only thing my head is interested in is getting inside you.”
She reached up and tugged her V-neck down, baring her breasts to him. He forgot about driving. He forgot that he might not actually like Bri. He forgot damn near everything but the need to get his mouth on her. He leaned forward and captured her left nipple.
She gripped his shoulders, her hips moving in time with his fingers. “Keep doing that.”
“I’m not stopping.”
“Thank God.” Another moan. “Mmmmm…oh my God, Ryan, we’re sliding!”
His eyes snapped open just as the SUV hit a massive patch of ice. Ryan cursed and held Bri to his chest as he fought for control of the vehicle. It was no use. They slid through the intersection, past the drugstore and the coffee shop. Despite how slowly they were moving and his pumping the brakes, they hit the stoplight pole. The impact barely shuddered through the vehicle, anticlimactic after Bri’s scream.
For one eternal second, he thought that would be it. That he’d be able to throw it in reverse and get the hell out of there before anyone could laugh at him for destroying yet another piece of Wellington’s property. But then the pole gave a startlingcreak, and shook. “Oh, shit.”
Bri screamed again when it came crashing down, taking out the blue mailbox in front of the post office. “Oh my God, oh my God. This is not happening.”
Less than thirty seconds later, a siren cut through the air. She scrambled off him and into the passenger seat, but he should have told her it was no use. For someone to have called his brother this fast, they had to have watched the whole thing. There was no escaping what was coming.
Drew jumped out of his cruiser and ran around the hood to their Suburban. Ryan helpfully opened the driver’s door and then his brother was there. “Is everyone okay?”