“Will you just shut the hell up and pull over?”
Dammit!
I steer the car to the side of the road and draw in a frustrated breath. When I’m fully stopped, I say, “What did I do?”
In the blink of an eye, Ali’s seat belt is off, and her long leg is maneuvering over my lap.
“What the heck—”
“Just shut up,” she says, then locks her lips around mine.
Her hands snake through my hair frantically as her tongue breaches my mouth. My hands wrap around her waist, cradling her ass.
God, what the hell are we doing?
Her hips grind downward, and I curse the double layer of denim between her heat and my cock. I want to reach and unbutton my pants, but I don’t want to take my hands from her round ass. Every part of Ali is perfection, and I can’t wait to explore every inch of her heavenly body.
I catch her tongue as it darts between my lips, and I suck it in deep. She pulls away, reclaiming it, cocking a confused brow at me.
“That’s what I’m going to do to your clit as soon as I get you out of these cutoffs,” I rasp.
She practically purrs for me, putting her arms around my neck and leaning down to kiss me once again.
I grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it upward, to which she responds by lifting her arms, allowing me to fully remove it.
My breath catches in my throat as I take in the lovely vision of her gorgeous physique. She gives a playful shake as a wide grin spreads across her face. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who’s eager to show off to me, and Ali revels in my gaze.
I reach around and undo the clasp of her bra, freeing her full breasts from their cage.
“Get over here,” I say as I pull her to me, taking a taut nipple into my mouth. She moans, a whimsical sound I can’t get enough of. I want more of her, but my damn car isn’t fit for all the things I want to do.
I take in her other breast, marveling at how perfectly round it is. She’s soft, womanly, and primal in a way that makes me want to beat my chest like a caveman and claim her as my own. She might be beautiful done up on the big screen, but in her natural form, she’s darn right ethereal.
“Garrett,” she pants. “I want you. I want you so bad, and for so long.”
I don’t understand how a woman like her could want a man like me. I’m a failure at life, without so much as a dime to my name, which she’s probably already guessed. She’s dated her share of handsome men, muscular heartthrobs the women tend to fancy. I can’t fathom why she’d ever mount a blue-collar man like myself, unless she’s playing some type of game.
I release her breasts and pull her back so I can look her in the eyes. She’s confused, but I don’t detect any deception. She’s an actress, though. She could be playing me like a violin.
“Whaddaya want?” I ask.
“What do I want?” she says innocently enough. “I thought I made that obvious. I want you.”
I try to regain control of myself, which is difficult considering the raging hard-on I have for the beauty seated on my lap. She seems so genuine, so innocent, but this could all be a fun game to her, and I’m not one for playing games.
“Ali,” I say more firmly than I intend to, “what on Earth are you—”
A loud knock raps against the window, and Ali jumps in surprise, banging her head against the roof of my car. I look over to see Sherif Dewey standing outside.
Jesus Christ, not now!
A shirtless Ali goes into a frenzy, searching frantically for her bra. I locate it, handing it to her.
“Give me a second,” I say and exit the vehicle, closing the door behind me.
“Care to explain what you’re doing out here on the side of the road,” Sherif Dewey says with a smirk.
“You know how hard it is to get any action past thirty, Dew. Don’t act so clueless.”
Dewey was a year ahead of me in high school and even dated my sister for a stretch, so we’re on good terms, but it still doesn’t bode well that he found me out here, with Jake’s sister of all people.
“First, good for you. Second, get the hell off the side of the road. You’re a grown man, not a boy looking for a place to bring his high school sweetheart.”
“Understood.”
“Now, take care.”
Dewey leaves, and I open the door to get back in, only to be greeted by an upturned nose and a cold set of eyes.
Only I could have a half-naked woman on my lap, rearing to go and manage to fuck it up this badly.
