“If you’re going to do what I think you are,” Stig said. “I get a turn too.”
“What if we hit another rut?” she asked breathlessly, accepting that she wanted this. Too bad if it was sluttish. Her adventure and she’d do itherway.
“I’ll do my best to keep you safe,” Kirk said with sincerity.
“Okay.” She waited to see what he’d do first.
“Keep hold of my shoulders,” he warned. “And don’t let go.”
One of his hands drifted beneath her coat, making the fabric rustle.
“Give me a blow-by-blow description, bro. Otherwise, I’ll take my eyes off the road to sneak a peek.”
“Pay attention to the road,” Fiona chided. “I’m not going to be the reason you wreck your vehicle and muck up your first run.”
The wild kangaroo-bouncing from pothole to rut to pothole ceased and Bess purred along a flat stretch of road.
Kirk’s hand slid under the layers of clothing she wore until he reached bare skin. She held her breath, expecting cold, but toasty warm fingers coasted over her flesh.
“I’m touching her back,” he announced. “Her skin is silky smooth. She smells of vanilla and spices and Christmastime.”
His lips nibbled the tendons of her neck, his stubble raspy against her tender skin. She sighed and relaxed, enjoying the petting and sensual touches she hadn’t received for a long, long time. Kirk took his time, kissing her while caressing every inch of her back.
Finally, he lifted his head. “Ready for more?”
“I am,” Stig said grumpily.
Fiona laughed. “I’ll make it up to you later, but we have done nothing except kiss.”
“Darlin’, we’re just getting started,” Kirk promised.
His hands darted around to her stomach and rose upward, skimming her rib cage and tracing along the underwire of one bra cup.
“I’m lifting her bra so I can reach her breasts. Aw, man. She’s so soft. She’s enjoying this because her nipples are hard.”
He strummed his fingers over one, then squeezed it firmly. The jolt that seared the length of her body had her groaning.
“What did you do?” Stig demanded.
“I’m playing with her nipples. Ah, yes. That’s it darlin’. You’re getting hot, aren’t you? I can smell your arousal.”
Heat galloped into her cheeks, and the darkness became her friend instead of a hindrance.
“Move a bit that way. Yeah, that’s it. Don’t let go of my shoulders.” Kirk dipped his head and an instant later, his warm mouth closed around the same nipple he’d pinched.
“Oh, sweet heaven,” she murmured.
Kirk laughed around her flesh, seconds before he drew firmly. From behind the wheel, Stig bit off a curse.
“My jeans are strangling my cock,” he complained. “I’m imagining all the things we could do together.”
“Don’t worry, my cock is hard enough to drive spikes into the ice,” Kirk complained. “We have a big bed waiting for us at home. Keep driving. Rewards come to those who wait.”
Stig groaned. “Don’t quote Ma. Way to kill my hard-on.”
“Runt, if that did it, then you have a limp excuse for an erection.”
“More,” Fiona said, reaching for his ears.
