She gives a dutiful nod. I open my door, shut it, then quickly survey the surroundings as I move to the passenger side. There’s no one here on this stretch of road. I open the passenger door. Standing by her seat, I reach across her and unbuckle her seat belt.
The look in her eyes is full of anticipation. Excitement even. That revs me up—I felt the chemistry between us the first night. I feel it even more now. A heady possibility.
“You can move,” I tell her. She shifts to the driver’s side, and I get in and shut the door.
She swallows noticeably. “Now what?” It’s asked with an eagerness that sends a jolt of lust down my spine.
I sigh, both relieved and wildly turned on as I stare at the woman who drives me wild. “Now, get the fuck on me.”
She scrambles to climb onto my lap, and I help her along, manhandling her a little as I adjust this gorgeous woman so she’s straddling my thighs. Her shorts ride up farther, so her bare thighs bracket mine. She sets her hands on my shoulders, then sinks a little lower, her center grazing the ridge of my erection.
I groan, unbidden.
She smiles. “Better?”
So much, but I’m not letting on yet. Not when I can tease her.
“Let me see if this is better.” I roam my eyes up and down her strong body, toned from years of hard work on the farm. Drinking in every detail. Her glittering eyes. Her parted lips. The flush across the top of her chest. Most of all—the way she waits for my answer.
Ripley is a firecracker every second I’m with her, but in moments like this, she’s someone else too. She’s softer, eager, hopeful.
“Better now?” she asks.
I tilt my head, like I’m giving it real thought.
“A little,” I say, then I slide a hand down the soft flesh of her chest, over the tops of her breasts, teasing her before I travel back up to her eager mouth. I trace my thumb along her bottom lip, eliciting a shudder from her. Her eyes flutter closed as she moves slowly with me.
This is the opposite of our first night, when we smashed into each other in the booth in the bar. Now, it’s like we’re spending a lazy afternoon in the sun, when we have all the time in the world to do the things we want to do.
Even though I don’t.
Even though we shouldn’t cross this line.
But I do it anyway. “Thiswould make it better,” I rasp out, then reach for her hands on me. I take the right one from my shoulder, moving it off me, then behind her back. I reach for her other hand, shifting that one behind her back too.
Desire thrums through me, hot and sizzling, and wickedly hopeful too—I fucking hope she likes this. She parts her lips on a gasp, a bit of an answer, as I bind her wrists in one hand, gripping them both tight.
She shudders, a clearer answer.
Yessss.
I dip my face to her neck and blaze a trail of kisses up the hinge of her jaw, kissing her there. She moves with me, stretching her neck as I go. I lift my free hand, cup her jaw, then jerk her gaze to me. Her eyes are blue flames. My body is a furnace. “So much fucking better, sweetheart,” I say, then I kiss her lush lips while I hold her in place.
With my free hand, my fingers coast down her throat, and I cover the hollow of it with my palm. “You like this?”
I’m pretty sure she does, but I want to hear it from her. “I do,” she murmurs, sounding a little lost in the moment.
“Then show me. Use me,” I command.
With a grateful moan, Ripley rocks against my dick. Seekingout friction, she rides my erection as I keep her wrists bound behind her back, my hand gripping her face, her body under my control.
A rumble works its way up my chest as I stare at the gorgeous sight in front of me. On me. “You look good like this,” I say.
“When I can’t move?”
I glance down at her hips, swaying. “You’re moving.”
“You know what I mean,” she pants out.
