Page 509 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

pulling me toward him,

and my body surrenders.

He slides me over the stick shift,

the emergency brake.

My knees wrap his thighs

as I sink into his lap,

the low-slung driver’s seat cradling us.

“Right here. Been needin' you right here,” he says, settling back, tugging me down against him.

Then his hand slides up my back

until I’m melting into his chest.

His shaky lips say Kiss me.

Mine say No.

The ache makes him smile.

Then his say Fuckin’ kiss me.

Mine smiles back, saying ...No

Instead, I pull a present from my jacket pocket—a little something I slipped off at the gas station.

I dangle the panties between us.

“First, I want you to show me what you did after you stole my panties.”

His eyes drop to the black lace swinging from my pinched fingers, the cocky in his smile dying on his lips—fucked.

His thumb rubs in slow circles over my hip. He clears his throat. “You took those off when?”

“At the gas station.”

His mouth twitches,

and he looks down.

“So you’re sittin’ on me bare right now.”

“Mhm.”

A breath shudders out of him, tasting like mint riding on the edge of Coconut Red Bull.

I lean in. “Tell me, Andrew.

“What do you need these for, huh?”

He hangs his head with a groan.

“Allison. It’s dirty. I’m fuckin’ dirty.”