He groaned. “I’ll . . . ah . . . come back for it.”
“Hop in.”
She reached behind her and opened the driver’s-side door. Sliding behind the steering wheel and across the console, she settled into the passenger seat.
He got in, started the engine. “Where to?”
Her eyes were closed, those lush curls crushed against the headrest. “I don’t care. Just go.”
He rolled out of the driveway and headed toward his place. That was closer than the inn.
At the first intersection, he turned onto Main.
She was watching him again. Not analyzing this time, savoring ... maybe devouring.
“Just park somewhere,” she urged, her hand skimming his thigh.
He took the next left, pulling into Bay View Cemetery. Shit. Why did he turn here?
“There’s no parking here after dark,” he explained, his voice thick with need. Damn it. “I should—”
“Stop talking.”
She was coming across the console before he got shifted into park. He didn’t argue. He shoved the gearshift forward, hit the switch, and turned off the engine. The headlights slowly faded to darkness.
“Seat,” she ordered.
He reached around her and down, pulled the lever to send the seat sliding as far back as possible. She pulled the recline lever, pressed him downward. Without another thought or even a breath, his hands were under her dress, caressing those sleek thighs and that perfect, tight ass.
Her fingers trailed up his fly, then down. His found their way to hot, damp panties.
“Condom,” she murmured.
Shit. “Wallet.”
She dug into his pocket, pulled out his wallet. When she had the condom in her hand, he snagged it, ripped it open with his teeth.
“Hurry,” she urged.
He slid the condom into place and she sank onto him with a satisfied sigh.
Her lashes fluttered downward. She whimpered this little sound that made him crazy. He wanted to kiss her again, but he couldn’t stop looking at her. Couldn’t stop touching her. Minutes of soft groans and silent urgency later and his mind was blown. She sagged against him until their breathing slowed and the cold started to invade the car.
Before he could think of something profound to say, she raised her head, looked at him. He couldn’t read her eyes in the dark, but he felt her tension. Not the kind they’d just shared, either.
“Don’t get any ideas, Conner.” She pulled free of him, taking his breath, then slid across the console and righted her clothes. “For me, that’s it. No relationships, no attachments period. Just sex.”
A little disoriented by her sudden about-face, he righted himself and zipped up. What the hell did he say to that?
Totally at a loss for words, he fired up the engine and backed out of the cemetery.
By the time he’d reached his parents’ house again, he’d managed to pull together a reasonable response. “I shouldn’t have let things get out of control. I don’t do casual sex, Newton.” He parked her car next to his Jeep and turned to face her. This time he could see her eyes in the dim glow of the dash lights. “That won’t happen again.”
She shrugged. “Fine by me.”
“Fine,” he snapped back, but the word was lost to the sound of her slamming the door.
He sat there a moment then got out. It was her car. She walked around him, got behind the wheel, and drove away.
