He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down. Because of the angle, she was halfway over the console and very close to his muscled thigh. Correction, partially on his thigh, and his dick was right in front of her face.
“If we’re spotted, then I only want witnesses to see one person in the vehicle. Not two. No need for anyone to know about you.”
This was awkward. Her hand pressed to his thigh. His really, really hard thigh. And she strongly suspected that his dick was getting bigger with every moment that passed.
Bigger, right in front of her face.
She should inch back across the console. Crouching in the floorboard was a way better option than her current position.
“Just a few more moments,” he gritted. His hand was on her back.
His touch burned through her.
“Almost there.”
Okay, this was more than awkward. This felt like…
“Done.” He gently pushed her back to her seat.
Her breath heaved in and out. “If you want me going down on you, just say so.” She was far too aware of the burn in her cheeks.
“What?”
She gestured toward him. “You were, um?—”
“Hiding you? Protecting you?”
“Getting aroused,” she sniffed. She also put on her seatbelt. Because, you know, safety first. Or second, since the first thing had been hiding.
“Delaney.”
Her cheeks were flaming. “Your dick was about two inches from my face. You were getting aroused.”
“I am saving your life! I stole a car for you! I am rushing into the night, for you! If you weren’t with me, I would have stayed at that motel and fought those bastards.”
She shook her head. “You would have been outnumbered.”
He laughed.
Delaney did not. “I wasn’t making a joke. Kurt would have come with backup.” Her hand reached out and curled along his wrist as he gripped the steering wheel. “I don’t want you getting hurt for me.” More than just hurt… “Don’t you dare get killed.”
“Aw, Delaney, you sound like you’d care if something happened to me. And here I thought all the emotions you’d felt for me before were dead and buried.”
She snatched her hand back. Balled her fingers into a fist. “I don’t want anyone dying.”
“Of course, not.” Gruff. “Not you and that tender heart you’ve always carried. You stop to help turtles cross the road.”
She’d done that once. Fine, twice.
“You fret over every damn thing. I’ve even seen you pick up a bird with a broken wing and rush the thing to the vet’s office.”
Again, once.
Her head turned, and she peered out of the passenger window, staring into the night. “There’s nothing wrong with showing some kindness.”
“As long as the kindness doesn’t get you killed, sure. Stopping to help a turtle isn’t worth a freaking car slamming into you because you’re in the middle of the road and the driver doesn’t see you.” Rage seethed in his words.
He’d just given a very specific example. Unfortunately, that had been an actual incident that occurred when she’d been sixteen. She’d been carrying a turtle across the road, and a truck had come barreling toward her. But… “You saved me,” she recalled.
