She didn’t smell like flowery perfume or berry lotion that most girls wore. She smelled warm and sweet, uniquely woman.
He placed his left hand along the back of her seat, freeing up some space for her to reach the door. She twisted and leaned across him further and he couldn’t help but let his hand fall to her lower back. Her shirt had ridden up so his hand rested on silky skin, just above her shorts.
Without thinking, he inched it downward, inside the waistband…
She jolted backward into her seat, hazel eyes wide open. He wasn’t sure if this was from exasperation or outrage.
“I’m gonna have to get it from outside.”
Flushed and a little out of breath, she looked everywhere but at him.
After fumbling with her own door handle a few seconds, she jumped out of the car, ran around it, and without warning, slammed his door shut.
When she climbed back in and reached for her seatbelt, she was even more flustered than she’d been before.
There was no way Chaz could reach the safety strap hanging above and behind his right shoulder. She glanced at him as though waiting for him to do up his seat belt and then paused. Did he deserve to be safely strapped into the vehicle? He could almost see her thoughts churning as she contemplated the steering wheel.
She unstrapped herself and reached across him again. “I don’t want a ticket.” She half grunted, half spoke the words.
Chaz lifted his left hand again so that it was partially around her. He wondered if she’d kick him out of the vehicle if she realized how much this was turning him on.
As she bent over and across him, this time he let his hand land on the sweet curve of her denim-clad ass.
And leaned his face into her throat. The skin there tempted him.
She froze, half lying over his lap. “Where the heck is it?” She was fumbling around with something at the other side of his seat.
Chaz lowered his hand to the back of her thigh.
Those shorts were definitely not short enough. If they’d been a little shorter, he could have slipped his fingers under the leg and… She flinched and flew off him.
“Got it.” She fell back into her seat and pulled the belt around him.
More fumbling at his side, and he was safely ensconced in her car.
He grinned. He wanted to make some sort of comment about being strapped up by a woman but thought better of it.
She already seemed a little freaked out.
With the touch of a button, the car purred to life. “Fancy,” he commented. She may have been a little freaked out but she was also as turned on as he was.
Even thru her bra, he could see the change in her breasts.
A tiny bead of sweat dripped down the side of her face.
“How old are you?” she asked out of nowhere. A little breathy.
“Old enough.” He didn’t think about age anymore. He was twenty-seven but seeing so many people die over the last five years had made him realize how inconsequential something like age was.
All that mattered was today. Now.
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. “What branch are you in?”
“Navy,” he responded automatically. But then added, “Was. I was in the navy.” That part made him feel a little sick.
“You aren’t going back?” Her question hammered him.
“Honestly, I have no idea. Too many concussions. They don’t like pilots who could black out in the cockpit.”
