I shrug. “So do something about it.”
He looks at me for a long second before his eyes fall to my lips. Even after all the times we’ve kissed, a ripple of anticipation moves through me, and I have to stop myself from taking a deep breath.
My heart beats a little faster when he moves, but he doesn’t move for me. He reaches for the open hood of the Bronco and slowly lowers the rod holding it up. Watching his hands move and the muscles in his arms bulge feels pornographic. He takes one last look at my finger on the car and drops the hood heavily. And even though my finger was a safe inch away, I’ve pulled it back anyway.
Why does it turn me on so much when he’s kind of a dick like this? When he does whatever it takes to get his way? I feel like heat is rising straight off my body when Reeve spreads his hands on the hood and leans on the Bronco.
“You know I could just put my finger right back on there.”
“You could.”
“And you’d have to find a different way to stop me.”
“I have plenty of ways. You want to hear your options?”
I try not to smile but can’t help it.
“I could kick your pretty ass out of here.”
“You won’t.”
Pushing himself away from the hood, he comes toward me. I watch his fingers curl around my waist, totally turned on by the sight. Men have no idea how sexy their hands are. Though watching my face, Reeve probably just figured it out.
“I could take my clothes off. Then we both know where your hands will end up.”
“You’re very full of yourself.”
“Or I could take your clothes off and make you forget about the stupid Bronco.”
His fingers squeeze my waist. I already have forgotten about the stupid Bronco. “No, thanks.”
He chuckles. “Then what do you want?”
“I want you to kiss me.”
Reeve looks pleased with himself. He pushes me back against the car, my heels hitting the front tire, but when he leans in close, I put my hand over his mouth before his lips can touch mine. “Not there.”
He freezes, his lips warm against my fingers, and arches one eyebrow. “Then where?”
I hike my skirt up over my hips and hop up onto the hood of his car. The cocky smile disappears from his face as I spread my knees for him, replaced by a faint look of stupor as his eyes find the place I want him to kiss.
He glances toward the open door of the garage, strides over to it, and yanks hard on the frayed brown rope handle. The door rolls down and slams to the concrete floor, leaving us in nothing but the glow of Reeve’s work lamp. His eyes have gone a smoky blue by the time he stands in front of me again, and he slides one hand over the front of his pants to cup his dick through the fabric. But the rest of his energy is for me.
He steps toward me and grips the undersides of my thighs to slide me to the very edge of the car. His hands push my knees wider, then trail down my calves and my ankles. There he holds each heeled foot like just touching them turns him on.
I’m high enough off the ground that he only has to bend down a bit and then he’s eye level with his target. When he does, I swear the way he looks at my panty-covered pussy could burn a hole right through the burgundy lace.
I shiver involuntarily, anticipation and the look of adoration onReeve’s face firing me up. His hands tighten around my ankles before he glides them up to my thighs and drops his head between my legs, kissing me through my panties. I open my knees wider, and his mouth drifts to the tender skin on my inner thighs, then back again to my pussy. He inhales my scent like it’s giving him life. The heat of his breath through the fabric makes me squirm, bliss and frustration all at once, a promise of his talent without any delivery.
I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck and press my nails into him. “Reeve,” I say, knowing that says it all.
He looks up at me, eyes dancing. “So is that all you want me to do? Kiss you?”
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”
He flashes a little smile, and it’s an image I’ll never forget—that handsome, perfect smile promising he’s about to drive me wild and savor every second of it. “You’re right, Jade. I know exactly what you want me to do.”
“Tell me.”
