She wanted more. “Can we keep driving?”
* * *
No.It was the only answer, but Josh couldn’t make himself say the word out loud. “Where do you want to go?”
She tugged her phone out of her little purse and tapped on a map app.
He stared at the road ahead, at the broken white lines separating the lanes of traffic. Red taillights.
Don’t look at her.
He glanced sideways.
She had her lower lip caught between her teeth as she scrolled around on the screen. “We could drive up to a lookout point in the hills,” she finally said.
“Got any favourites?”
“One exit back the way we just came.”
He immediately got over to the right.
They didn’t say thing as he got off the freeway and looped around.
“This one?” he asked five minutes later.
Even out of the corner of his eye, he could see her magnificent smile spreading ear to ear. “Yep.”
The noise of the highway faded behind them. The hills were dark, but he’d driven them at night before. Lots of twists and turns.
Dangerous and exciting, which seemed like what she wanted from him tonight.
There was a red light at the final cross street before leaving the residential neighbourhood behind, and Josh felt the weight of that stop. Like he knew it was an opportunity to apologize and make an excuse. To turn around and head for the freeway. Get her home, get himself to his own apartment—alone—and forget whatever terrible thing he wanted to do with her in the dark, overlooking a reservoir lake or some romantic shit.
There would be no romance with this woman.
She was off-fucking-limits.
The light turned green, and he stepped on the gas.
It felt like they were the only people in the world awake as his car growled its way up the hill, then twisted around a switchback type of turn. The road snaked along the edge of a canyon, then climbed again.
He didn’t know how long he’d planned to drive for—probably forever—but Monica’s hand sliding onto his thigh put an end to any question about whatherplans for this cover of darkness entailed.
“There’s a lookout up ahead,” she breathed. “Want to stop for a bit?”
His cock did. So fucking much. He’d gone half-hard when she said he could take the other guy, and stayed in that aroused state ever since. Now that thickness filled all the way out, testing the limits of his jeans, and her hand felt too good and not enough at the same time.
“You sure?” He had to ask.
She smiled, barely illuminated by the dashboard lights. “Very.”
Very.
Around the next bend was a gravel carve out at the side of the road, and he pulled off. Killed the engine. And then he turned off the music, too.
“Josh,” she breathed at the same time as he said, “Let’s get out.”
She waited for him to come around to her side. He opened her door, then offered her his hand. She took it, her fingers warm and sure.
