“Where’s that?”
“Do you know Wellington? About forty miles or so north?”
“Way up there?” I say with surprise.
Xander chuckles. “It’s not that far. Anyway, I helped them buy five acres before it was gobbled up and the prices became outrageous. Built a tiny home at the edge of the property.”
“You? In a tiny home?” I giggle.
“Hey, I may be a big guy, but I don’t need a lot of space. It’s perfect for me.” He looks out toward my building. “Do you like living here where you’re so close to your neighbor?”
I shrug. “I don’t mind. It has its advantages, like being close to West Boca Medical Center where Stuart and I worked. I can easily walk or bike to wherever I want to go. And there are no grounds to maintain. I grew up in a neighborhood, so I’m used to neighbors being close.”
He looks back at me. “Do you still work at the Medical Center?”
I nod. “Most of my patients are there. I work one day a week at Delray Medical Center.”
“Do you even own a vehicle?” His tone is teasing.
I swat his arm. “Yes,” I chuckle. “But nothing as cool or sexy as this.” I lean forward to run my hand along the dash while I look at him, giving him a wink.
“Come here,” he says while reaching for me, snagging me around my waist. He effortlessly hauls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, my legs bent on either side of his thighs. I feel the steering wheel against my back, but I don’t care. My hands grip his shoulders as he frames my face, bringing our mouths together in a hungry kiss. I work my hands up his neck to tangle my fingers in his hair as he angles his head one way then another as if not satisfied with his position. He growls as his tongue joins in the feasting while his hands journey down to my hips and around to my ass, bringing my core against the hardness beneath his jeans. A whimper slithers out of me as I grind against him like some wanton hussy, seeking friction on my clit.
“Fuck, I want you,” Xander says against my neck, his voice deep and raspy.
“Yes,” I say, my own voice sounding breathy and desperate.
Suddenly Xander lets his head fall back as he groans, his hands flexing on my rear.
“What is it?”
He straightens and looks at me, the ambient light from the streetlight illuminating the uncertainty on his face. “First on the beach and now in the car. Not very romantic of me. We just met, barely know each other, and I’m ready to cream my jeans over you.”
I can’t help but chuckle. My fingers tenderly comb through his hair, my nails scraping his scalp. We stare at one another, his mouth twisting.
“I keep thinking about what I did up on stage, putting my hands on you. Part of me wants to tell you I’m sorry. Told myself if it was someone else doing that, I would’ve wrung their neck. Another part isn’t sorry at all. I just couldn’t seem to help myself.”
“Well, lucky for you I actually didn’t mind. And since I like you and you’re so apologetic, as well as sexy, I’ll let you put your hands anywhere you want on me.”
“Michelle,” he groans, tightening his grip on my ass.
I lean close so our lips barely touch and whisper his name. “Xander.” I close the distance and proceed to kiss him at my leisure, savoring his taste. His lips are soft, pliant, allowing me to nip and suck, and when they part, I slip my tongue inside to tangle with his.
He sweeps his hands up my backside to rest between my shoulder blades, pulling me to his chest. I hum with delight when my breasts rub against him and I can’t help but squirm, needing more contact.
“I need you naked. I need your skin against mine.”
Xander stills, meeting my gaze. “This wasn’t part of my plan when I offered to take you home.”
“Mine either but plans change.”
He remains silent and we stare at one another to the point of it becoming awkward.
“Look, if you don’t want this…” I start to pull away, ready to stop embarrassing myself, when he holds me in place, flexing his hips so his erection presses into me.
“Does this feel like I don’t want you?”
“So why the hesitation?”
