Reese looked confused. “What is?”
“When you get all possessive like that.”
Reese stared out the window. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She guffawed. “Okay, then you should probably stop staring daggers at theboyflirting with David. It’s not like David’s going to bend him over the valet stand, is it?”
Reese shifted in his seat.
“Oh.” Her eyebrows went up. “You like that idea.”
“I definitely donot.”
“You’re picturing it.” She ran her hand over Reese’s thigh.
Twin pink splotches appeared on Reese’s cheeks.
She leaned closer. “Do you want him to bendyouover the valet stand?”
“No,” Reese said. “I’m not really into exhibitionism,” he added.
She grinned, well-practiced at reading between Reese’s lines. “But you want him to bend you over something.”
Reese’s cheeks went from pink to red.
“A desk, maybe?” she ventured, then considered it. “Somewhere private. Somewhere he—wecould take our time.”
Reese primly yanked at the knees of his trousers as if she might not notice the fit of his pants changing before her eyes.
“Youdolike that. I can picture it, too.”
“Jesus Christ,”Reese muttered, shifting again. He didn’t seem to know where to look.
“Or how aboutyourdesk? My desk? God, do you think those fancy legs could hold you both?”
Reese shuddered.
“Or not a desk at all…think of the possibilities.”
It was obvious Reese was doing just that.
“David’s kitchen counter...I bet he’d like that. He’d feed you perfect bites of food while you held onto the edge, and behind you he…what? What exactly are you picturing?”
Reese’s breathing was quick and uneven, his eyes pinned on David standing in front of the car.
“Oh.That’s an idea. Maybe you want to be bent over the hood of this car. All that power beneath you and behind you?”
She shivered right along with Reese. He’d stopped trying to disguise his erection, letting it tent his pants, his fists ruining the crisp creases over his thighs.
They jumped when the driver’s door opened. David popped his head in, studying them. “What are you two up to?”
Mati had to swallow before she could answer. “Reese was just telling me how much he likes this car.”
Reese’s face practically glowed, it was so red.
David ran his eyes over Reese. “You want to drive it?”
The man had a fucking gift for turning a perfectly innocent question into something else altogether. She expected Reese to melt into a puddle at her feet, but the color suddenly drained from his cheeks.
