But his lungs didn't seem to be helping.
"I can't help it that you're so big around the middle that I can't reach."
Big around the middle?
Fuck that!
He let go of the bags and reached for her hands to knock them away.
"Wait-"
Suddenly, before he could stop her hands, one grabbed the waistband of his jeans and the other...
Her other hand moved along his waistband.
He felt something catch on a belt loop and then with his lungs starved for air he felt her fingers slip into his pocket.
"There they are!"
Her fingers closed around his keys, but her fingertips...
Well they were dangerously close to unmanning him.
Psychologically.
He felt her fingertips trace down the side of his shaft and almost swallowed his tongue.
Just as soon as he felt her fingers against him, they were gone.
And he felt all the air still trapped in his lungs was suddenly gone.
The headlights on his truck blinked bright in the dark interior of the parking lot and the horn blared, setting his nerves even more on edge.
"Ohhh... this is a nice truck."
He heard her laugh and could only manage to swallow the knot in his throat.
"Holy shit, this car is-"
The rest of her words were lost and he turned to look.
That was his next mistake.
The passenger door of his truck was open, and Maile must have been reaching inside.
All he could see was one foot on the runner of his truck, the line of her leg, and...
The tight curve of her ass.
Fuck.
He'd gone hard in a heartbeat just a few seconds before with her hand in his pocket and now, staring at her in the darkleggings she was wearing, he was tempted to find a dark street somewhere and pull those leggings off.
With his teeth.
Shit.
Sitting behind the wheel of his truck and driving was going to be a pain when he was so hard.
