“Shy has no place around a hot shirtless guy who asked me to ride his co-OUCH!”
“Sorry! Shit!” He pulls away, focusing on my leg again. “I need to make sure the sand is all out and get this bandaged better.” He hides his face while he laughs so hard his shoulders shake.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s stupid.”
“What! Tell me.”
He looks up, meeting my eyes with a big, dumb grin on his face before he replies, “Ride his couch, huh?”
I slap his arm. “Don’t ruin the moment, jerk!”
“I think it’s cute.” His free hand slides back up my leg without me leading this time, and I bite my lip. “I’d absolutely let you ride my couch.”
A yell down the beach grabs my attention, then I gasp when his hand dives deep under my skirt. There’s a devious gleam in his eyes and I expect horns to grow out of his head any minute now as he teases me.
“Angel, you’re all wet.” His fingers drag down my panties.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Lift your hips.” I do, and he pulls my underwear off and down my legs, tucking them in his pocket with a wink. He leans in, kissing from my knee to high up my inner thigh, then goes back to cleaning my leg. “I’ll take care of the leg, then you.”
“You will?” As he looks down to wrap my leg, I pull off his hat and run my hand through his sweat-dampened hair. My nails drag along his scalp and he moans deep and needy. “How’s it going, Doctor?”
“Alright, that will have to do till we get you home, since you won’t stop teasing.” He shifts so his body blocks the open door, and he flips the skirt up and grins. “I’m half tempted to throw your bratty ass over my shoulder, walk you down to the bike shop, and show that little prick that you’re my girl.”
My girl. I love how sounds with that hint of a possessive growl.
“Oh, going full caveman on me, huh? Careful, I might take you up on it someday.” There’s a group of people headed our way and I nod toward them as I sit up and push my skirt back down to cover myself. “Should we head out to one of the other shot sites? We might get ahead on all of that today, and then I could go home and start putting things together.”
“I’d rather start taking you apart,” he says with the slightest edge of confidence creeping into his voice.
“I told Sam I’d start the project this weekend and send him some samples before Monday. That was before I realized any of this was going to be happening.”
“Angel, you’re gonna burn yourself out if you keep working like that. You really need to take a day off, especially with your banged up leg.”
I reach out and take his hand, pushing it between my legs as our lips hover dangerously close. “Come on, we can hit one or two more spots and still be back at my place before dark—and then I’ll ride whatever you want, big boy.”
“Oh, you are evil. I like it. Alright, fine,” he finally says, shifting my legs into the Jeep again and closing my door. He looks at me as he starts the engine. “Okay, GPS says we can get to the Grove in under an hour, which is crazy. Lunch?”
“Oh, we can pick up some food for the apartment there, too. Uhm, can I have my underwear back though? This dress is pretty damn short.”
“You have to earn it back.”
The surprised expression on my face must be priceless, because he gives me a wicked laugh. “It’s broad daylight, and this is an open Jeep. I’m not sucking your dick while you drive.”
“What? Not what I had in mind, my little cherry blossom. Close though, sort of.” He grabs my thigh and pulls it up onto the seat, turning me sideways. “Scoot a little closer.”
His husky voice has my head spinning as I do what he asks. Once he has me where he wants me, he pushes the skirt up again and licks his lips while his finger slides through me. It’s like my body recognizes him from this morning and knows what’s coming next, and fuck do I want it.
“What are you going to do, James?” My voice, airy and unfamiliar, and the torturous anticipation in my skin, begging to be touched.
He leans over and cups the back of my neck, pulling me to him for a kiss that promises me the world, and as he breaks it, he whispers, “I like it when you tease, Angel. It means I get to pick your punishment for being a tease.”
“Punishment?” The word should scare me. It might even be a red flag. But all it does in his gravelly voice is turn me on more. I want this man to punish me. I want him to make me scream until I have no voice left. I want him to pull me out of the seat, bend me over the hood, and fuck me while everyone watches.
I want him to ruin me.
