Everything about him called to the wild female inside her. The devil whispered, “Throw caution to the wind, and take what you want for once.”
“This.” He pulled back a fraction and opened his left fist. Sat on his palm was a small metal object, narrow at one end, some kind of wire on the other. “This is my confession to you.”
“What … what is it?” She looked back up at him.
“A spark plug, from a VW.”
Her eyes widened. “A VW?”
“Yeah.”
Suddenly, what he was saying fell into place. “Mine? My car.”
“You promised not to be mad.” He set his left hand on the window, completely trapping her against it with his body.
“But … but why would you do that? Why would you take it?”
“I told you, Leah. I’m used to getting what I want.” He tipped his head and pulled in a deep breath. “And I wanted you, I wanted you riding into the sunset on the back of my Harley, your body pressed to mine, your arms around my waist.”
“And you got that, didn’t you?” She frowned. How dare he? How dare he tamper with her car and manipulate her plans.
“I did.” He smiled, a gorgeous, maddening stretch of his lips. “And now you’re here.”
“Yes.” Her frown deepened. “So, you can hand back my property and leave, and … and I’ll organize myself a rental car.”
“If that’s what you want.”
No, what she wanted was for him to drop that towel and drag her against his hard naked body. Do all the devilishly disgusting things to her she was sure he’d be so good at.
But that couldn’t happen.
“Leave,” she said, her voice a little higher pitched than usual. “Now.”
He stepped back and shrugged. “Just as soon as I’ve gotten dressed.”
She pushed from the window and marched past him and into the house. Her blood raced hotly through her veins. Her emotions warred with each other.
The last thing she wanted to do was watch him drop that towel and pull on his leathers.
Wasn’t it?
Chapter Six
She was naked, on top, her hips rolling and riding him like an expert rodeo cowgirl. Her small, pert breasts bounced with her movements, and he couldn’t take his attention from them. So pretty. So hot.
His cock was so hard it hurt. He was so damn deep in her wet, tight pussy. He was going to come. It was all there, in his balls. His heart pounded, and he clasped her sweet behind, dragging her closer and bucking his hips upward.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
What was that? Damn it. He reached for her breasts, needing to feel the points of her erect nipples on his palms and wanting to fill his hands with her. He wanted to own her. Possess her. Take her.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
He groaned and tried to sit. She was fading, her breasts not in his hands at all and her seductive heat no longer surrounding his shaft.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Fuck.” Carter moaned and threw his right fist at his alarm clock. The noise stopped.