there’s for sure no way you’re going to let me touch you until we figure this out, so do you see another option?” He stopped walking and faced her. “We can take my car. I’ve got a full tank of gas. That’ll get us started.”
His car? She couldn’t leave here with a stranger and let him control everything.
What was she thinking? That’s exactly what she’d done yesterday at almost the same time. She’d left her office with Josh in his car and gone to his home and let him claim her before she’d even toured the house. Hell, she’d seen nothing but him, his eyes, his naked body…
What makes today different? Because you already mated a man yesterday, dork.
Nathan waited for her assent.
Deflated, and knowing he was right, she nodded. “We’ll have to take your car. Mine’s in the shop.”
“How’d you get here this morning?”
“Taxi. Josh left last night. I was stranded. I took a taxi this morning.”
“He left you? Just like that?” Nathan shook his head briskly. “Never mind. You can explain on the way. Let’s get going.” He reached for her hand and then drew back. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s okay, really. And…” And, it’s okay if you touch me? Is it? “I don’t mind if—”
He started walking again. “No worries. I’m not going to lay a hand on you.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t—”
“Samantha,” he started as he opened the door of a brand new shiny black SUV, “there is no way I could handle touching you and I’m pretty sure you would find the same to be true. It’s bad enough we’re going to share the same air inside my car for eight hours. If I let our skin make contact, it’d be all over for me. I wouldn’t be able to keep from taking your mouth, and then…” His voice drifted off.
Samantha didn’t respond. He was right. She tossed her stuff over the back of the seat and eased into the car while he rounded the rear for the driver’s side.
They didn’t speak for several minutes while Nathan maneuvered the SUV out of the city and onto the highway, heading south. Samantha relaxed by marginal degrees as the clock ticked. On the one hand, she knew Nathan was on the up and up. No way was he going to hurt her or anything. Hell, if he’d intended to, he’d already had ample opportunity to do so.
On the other hand, she was losing the battle with her body to avoid responding to him. How she’d made it this long was a mystery. Maybe it had something to do with her shock, her denial, her confusion.
In any case, she gripped her knees together to pinch off the ache in her belly. It didn’t work, but she sat there anyhow, rigid, as though she needed to stop at a restroom. The problem wasn’t centered in her bladder though. Nope. No such luck. It was her pussy demanding attention.
She rubbed her palms on her skirt and tugged the pleated material to cover as much of her thighs as possible. The skirt and matching jacket were navy. It was one of her standard going-to-court outfits. The navy pumps matched it perfectly. She even had on hose. And this outfit was going to become increasingly uncomfortable as the hours rolled by. Her knees knocked together, locked as though they were secured to each other.
“Relax. I’m not a bad guy, I promise.” Nathan’s words jerked her from her pondering.
She turned to look at his profile. He glanced at her a few times as she stared at his square chin, his perfectly rounded nose, his thick wavy hair. “I know. I’m…”
“Aroused.” He smiled. His hands gripped the steering wheel, making his knuckles white. “I know. I can smell it. Trust me, you’re filling the entire vehicle with your sexy scent.” He didn’t look at her that time, but kept his eyes on the road as though he were maneuvering through a very treacherous environment instead of straight down Highway Fifty-Five on a stretch with no inclines and not so much as a curve.
She looked down at his lap. He’d tossed his suit jacket in the
His car? She couldn’t leave here with a stranger and let him control everything.
What was she thinking? That’s exactly what she’d done yesterday at almost the same time. She’d left her office with Josh in his car and gone to his home and let him claim her before she’d even toured the house. Hell, she’d seen nothing but him, his eyes, his naked body…
What makes today different? Because you already mated a man yesterday, dork.
Nathan waited for her assent.
Deflated, and knowing he was right, she nodded. “We’ll have to take your car. Mine’s in the shop.”
“How’d you get here this morning?”
“Taxi. Josh left last night. I was stranded. I took a taxi this morning.”
“He left you? Just like that?” Nathan shook his head briskly. “Never mind. You can explain on the way. Let’s get going.” He reached for her hand and then drew back. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s okay, really. And…” And, it’s okay if you touch me? Is it? “I don’t mind if—”
He started walking again. “No worries. I’m not going to lay a hand on you.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t—”
“Samantha,” he started as he opened the door of a brand new shiny black SUV, “there is no way I could handle touching you and I’m pretty sure you would find the same to be true. It’s bad enough we’re going to share the same air inside my car for eight hours. If I let our skin make contact, it’d be all over for me. I wouldn’t be able to keep from taking your mouth, and then…” His voice drifted off.
Samantha didn’t respond. He was right. She tossed her stuff over the back of the seat and eased into the car while he rounded the rear for the driver’s side.
They didn’t speak for several minutes while Nathan maneuvered the SUV out of the city and onto the highway, heading south. Samantha relaxed by marginal degrees as the clock ticked. On the one hand, she knew Nathan was on the up and up. No way was he going to hurt her or anything. Hell, if he’d intended to, he’d already had ample opportunity to do so.
On the other hand, she was losing the battle with her body to avoid responding to him. How she’d made it this long was a mystery. Maybe it had something to do with her shock, her denial, her confusion.
In any case, she gripped her knees together to pinch off the ache in her belly. It didn’t work, but she sat there anyhow, rigid, as though she needed to stop at a restroom. The problem wasn’t centered in her bladder though. Nope. No such luck. It was her pussy demanding attention.
She rubbed her palms on her skirt and tugged the pleated material to cover as much of her thighs as possible. The skirt and matching jacket were navy. It was one of her standard going-to-court outfits. The navy pumps matched it perfectly. She even had on hose. And this outfit was going to become increasingly uncomfortable as the hours rolled by. Her knees knocked together, locked as though they were secured to each other.
“Relax. I’m not a bad guy, I promise.” Nathan’s words jerked her from her pondering.
She turned to look at his profile. He glanced at her a few times as she stared at his square chin, his perfectly rounded nose, his thick wavy hair. “I know. I’m…”
“Aroused.” He smiled. His hands gripped the steering wheel, making his knuckles white. “I know. I can smell it. Trust me, you’re filling the entire vehicle with your sexy scent.” He didn’t look at her that time, but kept his eyes on the road as though he were maneuvering through a very treacherous environment instead of straight down Highway Fifty-Five on a stretch with no inclines and not so much as a curve.
She looked down at his lap. He’d tossed his suit jacket in the
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