In a swift movement, I flipped her onto her back and she squealed. I pinned her arms above her head, my face inches from hers. “Take that back.”
She laughed. “Never,” she declared, her chin lifting defiantly.
“Fine,” I said, releasing her arms.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down along with her underwear in one swift motion. Her eyes filled with anticipation.
I spread her legs wide apart, pushing them up until they were on my shoulders and planted my face between her legs. My lips latched to her clit.
She moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth. I licked and sucked, my fingers sliding into her wet heat, thrusting in and out in a quick rhythm. Her legs trembled and her body tensed.
I could feel her orgasm approaching, her muscles clenching around my fingers. I increased the pressure, circling her clit faster and pumping deeper. Her breath came in pants, her body arching off the blanket as she chased her release.
She cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her. I continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last ember of pleasure until she lay limp and satisfied beneath me. I gently lowered her legs from my shoulders, planting soft kisses on her soft stomach.
“Still think I’m an irresponsible jerk?” I asked.
She laughed, a sound filled with joy and release. “Maybe not a jerk,” she conceded, pulling me up for a kiss.
Tia rolled her eyes at me in exasperation and repeated herself. “I’m telling you, I’ve never been behind the wheel of a car. Ever.”
I made an equally exasperated face, placing my hand dramatically over my heart. “As a man who lives and breathes speed, who finds freedom in every engine roar, I am offended. That is unacceptable, and I, for one, intend to do something about it.”
We were clearing out some of the debris from the villa, though we didn’t need to since crews contracted for that task arrived next week to begin taking out the old furniture.
“It’s not such a big deal, Santo.”
I kept at it. “You’re right. It’s disgraceful. My girlfriend should know how to drive.”
“Girlfriend?” She grinned. “Well, I guess this is the end of the relationship I had no idea about.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Not a chance. But we’re fixing this oversight today.”
I grabbed her hand and led her to a clearing where an old truck stood. It was a hunk of iron, rusting in places, and looked like it had done some hard work around the property.
She stared at it, appalled. “Is that even safe?”
I clambered into the front, rooting around in the glove box and withdrawing a key. “It’s perfect for a first lesson.”
“I think I would rather breakup instead,” she said.
“Don’t play with me, aggelé mou.” I was in the driver’s seat and patted my lap. “Climb on.”
“You expect me to fit on your lap? I’m not exactly petite—”
“Get in!”
She complied, lowering herself onto my lap, her ass pressing firmly against my groin. I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress, and it took every ounce of my self-control to focus on the task at hand.
I pointed out each control, each element, and she balked when she realized it was a stick shift. “Aren’t those things supposed to be harder to drive?” she asked huskily, as my fingers glided along her thigh.
“Not if you know how to handle the stick,” I murmured. I could see her eyes darkening with lust.
She squirmed in my lap, her ass grinding against my growing erection. “How am I supposed to stay focused on my lesson if you keep touching me like that?”
“That’s the point.” I slid higher up her thigh, pushing her dress up to reveal more of her smooth, dark skin. “If you can concentrate with me touching you, you can handle any distraction on the road.”
She met my gaze in the mirror. “And what if I can’t?”
