Hannah crossed her legs, the skirt riding up her thighs. “But then we’d be starting things with a lie and that’s not right, is it?” she asked just as lightly.
I glanced at her and nodded. “No, that’s not right.” Her eyes were clear. I couldn’t read anything.
It bothered me.
It excited me.
What would this pretty woman have to hide, anyway?
“Yeah, it’s mine. I admit it.”
Hannah grinned. “I’m glad you’re proving to be nothing like what I expected.” She turned up the volume.
“Oh yeah? What did you expect me to be like, then?”
She recrossed her legs. Her bare skin was making it difficult to concentrate on the road in front of me. She ran her hands down the length of her thighs, resting them on her knees. “You drive a Lincoln Continental that looks like something a hustler would drive—”
“Now, don’t start insulting ol’ Lucy,” I warned good-naturedly.
A cocked eyebrow. Another husky chuckle. “Ol’ Lucy?”
I patted the steering wheel. “She and I have been through a lot. It seemed only right to give the pretty lady a name. We’ve got to treat her with respect.”
“Why ‘Lucy’?” Her wry smile was contagious.
“Just rolls off the tongue, I think.” I grinned. “Sort of like ‘Hannah.’ ”
I was laying it on a little thick, with an emphasis on the cheese factor, but Hannah seemed to dig it.
She chuckled and shook her head. “What a line. You’re full of those, aren’t you?”
“Just one or two,” I conceded. I waved my hand. “Now come on, I want to hear more about these preconceived expectations you seem to have had about me.”
Hannah ran her tongue along her bottom lip, staring at me intently. It made me restless. I fidgeted in my seat, the heat of her gaze searing me. When Hannah looked at me it felt as though she were penetrating to the bone.
“You have this strict and no-nonsense vibe. Perfectly pressed shirts.” She pulled slightly at my collar, the tips of her fingers grazing the skin of my neck. I was blushing like a goddamned schoolgirl. It was slightly humiliating. Not quite as bad as being exposed as a closet musical lover.
“Your hair is cut short. Not a strand out of place.” She trailed her hand to the back of my head, pressing into the nape. Fucking goosebumps broke out along my arms.
“You walk with your shoulders back. Chin out. Chest puffed just a little. You enter a room like a man who is ready to take charge.”
Her fingers were still on the back of my neck. Their heat scorched my skin. The air was thick inside the car. The smell of her shampoo was making me dizzy. I took a deep breath and licked my dry lips.
Hannah’s thumb circled slowly. So slowly. “I definitely didn’t see a man who sang along to show tunes.” She smirked, dropping her hand back into her lap.
Great. Now I was sporting a raging boner.Think about something else. Kittens. Old ladies. Granny panties.
Anything but wanting to see the woman beside me naked on my bed. My face buried between her—
Yeah, that wasn’t helping.
“What can I say? I love a good tragedy done to song.” My voice was husky. Cracking slightly. I cleared my throat.
Keep your eyes on the road. Nowhere else.
I forced a pained smile. I moved in my seat, trying to hide the visible hard-on in my pants. God, I hoped she didn’t notice.
“In high school I was a drama geek,” I found myself saying. Wow, I wasn’t going to win many cool points this evening. What was wrong with me?
