“Ahem.”
She looked out the window. “What?”
“Are you trying to get us arrested?”
“Huh?” She turned to face him, a question on her face.
“When we crash because all the blood has left my head and pooled between my legs, the cops will want to know what the hell happened. And being a civil servant, I’ll have to tell the truth.”
She bit her lip, but he saw her grin. She tightened her hand over his thigh, her grip nice and firm. “What will you tell them?”
“That you were distracting me with a hand job and I couldn’t help myself. They’ll take one look at you and know I was telling the truth. Then you’ll get a ticket and go to jail. The end.”
“Hand job? I’m just touching your leg. You’re so full of it.”
“I am. And you’re making it come out.”
She took her hand back and shook her head. Unfortunately, her smile faded. “Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Do I seem overly sexual to you?”
Talk about an unexpected question. “What are you talking about?”
He pulled into his driveway, turned off the car, and turned to face her. “Well?”
“You and I have had a lot of sex.”
“Yes, we have. And I can’t wait to have more. So what?”
“I’ve been in new relationships. I’ve had a few that looked like they might go somewhere and didn’t. I was married. And I’veneverbeen so into a guy the way I am with you.”
“And that’s a problem?” Not from where he was sitting.
“Not for me. But do you feel pressured to perform or anything?”
“Where is this coming from?” He studied her, astonished to see her so ill at ease.
“When I was with Stephen, I wanted to have sex a lot more than he did. We had different sex drives, I guess. But it used to make me feel like something was wrong with me. For so long I’ve been on my own, with occasional dates but nothing that lasted. And with those guys, sex wasn’t much of an issue. It was good but not great. With you, I want sex. It feels like all the time.”
“You do realize I find that flattering, right?”
“You do?”
“Oh wow. You’re really not kidding.” He wanted to put her at ease, not having considered she might be as nervous about them as he was. She’d been so forthcoming and seemed to take their new relationship in stride. “Maggie, I won’t lie. Hell, I can’t.” They both looked down to see him aroused. “I’m attracted to you, one hundred and ten percent. And you feel it right back. We’re lucky. This physical connection between us is crazy. And I’ve dated enough women to know the difference between exciting and new and exciting because you’re Maggie.”
She smiled.
“Look, I’m a sexual guy. Like you, I’ve been with other partners where we didn’t mesh, and it never worked out. At least, it hasn’t yet for me. I’m not afraid to tell you what I feel, Maggie.” Well, most of what he felt. Not the scary, emotional crap. “If I didn’t want you touching me, I’d tell you.”
He unzipped his fly and let the head of his dick out. She watched with greedy eyes, and he wanted nothing more than her hands all over him. “Scoot closer, Maggie. Why don’t you tell me what I want?” He drew her hand to his erection and swore when she closed her fist around him. “What do I need, Maggie?”
“To come?”
“Try again. I can get myself off no problem. I need something more. Someonemore. She makes me so happy, just being next to her. She makes me laugh and smile. And she gets me hard and hurting without trying.”
She bit her lip. “You need me.”
