He smirked and pulled into my driveway. “Take a guess.”
“I bet you had your bike keys in your pocket when we talked to Dr. Gus today, and whoever drove you to the doctor rode shotgun on the way back.”
He shifted the car into park and turned in his seat. He pressed the release on my belt, wrapped his arms around me, and hoisted me into his lap. “I always have my keys with me, Doc. Even when I was lying in that hospital waiting for my eyes to start working, my keys were with me. And my dad didn’t mind riding shotgun.”
I cupped his cheek in my hand and sighed. “You hide it well, but you are just as crazy as Greta.”
“Please do not talk about my sister when my hands are on your ass and my dick is ready to punch through my jeans.”
Well, well. “I will try to remember that.”
“Please do.”
I licked my lips and rested my hands on his shoulders. “Are we going in, or just—”
His lips were on mine, and his hands roamed over my back and pulled my shirt over my head. He tossed it in the back seat, and his name ripped from my lips.
“We’re gonna go in eventually, but not before I make you mine.” He pressed a hot, hard kiss to my lips. “And then when we go in, we’re gonna do it again.”
“Okay,” I breathed out. My hands went to the button of his jeans and popped it open. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I think that is my line, Doc,” he laughed. His lips trailed along my cheek and down my neck.
“Under normal circumstances yes, but you did have brain surgery two weeks ago, Easy,” I reminded him.
“The doctor cleared me for all activities if I was comfortable doing them, Doc.”
“And I’m an activity you’re comfortable with?” I giggled.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Been waiting for this.”
He ran his hands up my back and unhooked my bra. “What about my neighbors?” I worried.
“Not interested in them,” he grunted.
“No,” I laughed. “I mean, my neighbors are going to get a show.”
He pulled off my bra and tossed it in the back with my shirt. “No one is watching us, Doc. Getting you naked is the only thing I’m worried about.”
“Halfway there.” I placed my hands on his chest and leveled my gaze on him. “Which isn’t fair from where I’m sitting.”
He raised his hand and grabbed the back of his shirt at the neck. He yanked it over his head and sailed it into the back seat. “Better?” he growled.
My hands roamed over his bare chest. “Much. Now lose the pants.”
“You first, Doc.”
If you would have told me I would end my day naked in my car straddling Easy, I would have thought you were crazy and never believed you.
Easy swiftly grabbed the elastic waistband of my pants, and I raised myself up. He yanked my pants and underwear down my thighs and worked them off my legs. “Not fair again,” I whispered. I was naked, and Easy still had his pants on.
“You’re very tit for tat, Doc,” he chuckled. He raised his hips and shimmied his pants down until his dick sprang free.
“You do that pretty easily,” I gasped.
“Why do you think I got the name Easy, Doc? Nothing is too hard for me,” he growled.
I traced my finger over the tattoos on his chest and leaned forward to press a kiss to the curve of his neck. “Makes sense.”
