Before I can finish, his hand shoots out, and I’m yanked across the seat.A startled gasp flies out of my mouth as I land squarely in his lap.
“Kian!”I squeal.
His arm wraps securely around my waist, holding me in place while his other hand stays steady on the wheel, like dragging me into his lap while driving is a perfectly everyday activity.
Which, for him, it probably is.
“You drive better like this,” he says calmly.
“I absolutely do not!”
“You absolutely do.”
I twist slightly, trying—and failing—to glare at him.Mostly because his chest is warm against my back and his arm feels ridiculously good wrapped around me.
Also because?—
Oh.
My brain short-circuits as I become painfully aware of exactly what I’m sitting on.
Kian’s grip tightens on my hips.
“Comfortable?”he growls against my ear.
His voice is low and rough, and my entire body reacts instantly.
“I…” My voice comes out embarrassingly breathless.“You can’t keep doing this.”
“Yes, I can.”
I squirm instinctively.Which is a mistake.A very big mistake because the movement pulls a deep, heated sound straight from Kian’s chest.
“Jesus Christ, Larsen…”
Heat floods my face.“Kian…” I choke out.
He leans closer, his breath brushing against my ear.“Remember that first night?”
My stomach flips as I think back to our first driving lesson.
Of course, I remember.How could I not?
Sitting in his lap, barely able to focus, every nerve in my body screaming.
Slowly, I nod.
Kian’s arm tightens around me, holding me even closer.“Do you know what I was thinking about?”
My pulse spikes as I swallow.“No.”
Another tiny, unconscious shift of my hips.Another low, dangerous sound from him.
“I was trying,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat, “not to drag your thin little leggings down and bury myself between your thick thighs.”
My breath stutters.
“I was trying not to bust in my jeans while you squirmed and bounced in my lap.Fuck, Larsen.I was so close to coming all over myself.”
