for a shake, but he ignores it and pulls me into an unexpected hug. I awkwardly return his embrace, my hands trapped under his firm grip, and I end up holding his waist. Realizing I am patting him, I stop immediately. What am I, his aunt ?
For too short a time I get to enjoy the feel of his toned body against mine, his hands wrapping me, and to inhale his scent, which is so captivating. I find myself lured to it in an irresistible pull, wanting more. Discreetly, I take one more lungful just before we break our embrace.
I’m forced to bend down in order to get inside the car; it’s even lower than it appears to be. “Nice car. What make is it?” I ask as I snuggle into the comfy leather seat.
His eyes light up in response. “It’s a Veyron; it has an 8.0L W16-cylinder engine, four turbochargers, and a dual-clutch, computer-controlled, manual transmission.”
“Hey, you lost me at Veyron.” I smile at him.
He chuckles and adds, “It’s a Bugatti, named after the racing driver Pierre Veyron.” His eyes dance and his smile broadens as he provides this additional information. I recall the Forbes piece I read about him earlier which mentioned that one of his hobbies was car racing, but before I comment anything about it I halt. I really don’t want to admit to looking him up. Pathetic is not exactly a sexy virtue .
“You want to be buckled up in this babe. She does zero to a hundred in 5.1 seconds,” he suggests boyishly, running his hand over the leathered wheel, his long fingers lingering over the sharp curve. “So, anywhere special you’d like to go?” He rewards me with a sinful, crooked smile.
I smile back. “Surprise me.”
“And surprised you will be.” He winks.
Could he be any more charming and attractive? I stare at his profile when he turns to face the road and a shiver of excitement runs through me. He pushes the pedal, making the car roar eagerly, and with the release of the brake I am pinned back to my seat by the acceleration. There is a light melody playing in the background.
“What song is that?” I ask and look at him, yet again taking in his handsome profile.
“ Just a Boy . Listen to the lyrics.” Turning up the volume he mouths along to the song, eyes still ahead.
I should be listening to these words ? Something about a boy meeting a girl and though he doesn’t know why, he quickly fell for her. Anything you want to tell me there, Mr. Stark? My inner smile is threatening to rip me in two.
“Sparkling water?” I offer, intending to open mine.
He turns to me with a wide grin. “Always be prepared.”
“What can I say?” I beam at him and raise my hand in a Girl Scout salute.
“Oh, you were one?” he asks, a side smile still resting on his lips.
“Yes, I was one.” And I am gifted with a wider grin. He seems to be enjoying some private joke, continuing to smirk as he stares straight ahead at the road. I turn to open the second bottle for him.
“No need to open that one, we can share,” he mutters casually.
I guess we could . I hand him mine, he takes a sip, his lush lips circling the opening. I find myself mesmerized by the simple action.
“Here,” he hands me back the bottle, for a brief moment intently glancing at me. Bringing the bottle to my lips I think about the fact that his lips just touched the same place. I sip the water slowly while a warm wave settles in my belly.
~~~
“Here we are,” he declares, pulling the car to a stop next to a lighthouse.
“Let’s go,” he offers, stepping out of the car.
I follow. He circles the car to meet me and takes my hand in his.
“It’s one of my favorite places outside the city,” he tells me. “There’s an amazing view from the top.” I look at him under my lashes with a thin smile and continue following his lead. With him two stairs ahead I shamelessly check his behind . What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me . I smirk, absolutely liking the way his firm butt is nicely snug inside his
For too short a time I get to enjoy the feel of his toned body against mine, his hands wrapping me, and to inhale his scent, which is so captivating. I find myself lured to it in an irresistible pull, wanting more. Discreetly, I take one more lungful just before we break our embrace.
I’m forced to bend down in order to get inside the car; it’s even lower than it appears to be. “Nice car. What make is it?” I ask as I snuggle into the comfy leather seat.
His eyes light up in response. “It’s a Veyron; it has an 8.0L W16-cylinder engine, four turbochargers, and a dual-clutch, computer-controlled, manual transmission.”
“Hey, you lost me at Veyron.” I smile at him.
He chuckles and adds, “It’s a Bugatti, named after the racing driver Pierre Veyron.” His eyes dance and his smile broadens as he provides this additional information. I recall the Forbes piece I read about him earlier which mentioned that one of his hobbies was car racing, but before I comment anything about it I halt. I really don’t want to admit to looking him up. Pathetic is not exactly a sexy virtue .
“You want to be buckled up in this babe. She does zero to a hundred in 5.1 seconds,” he suggests boyishly, running his hand over the leathered wheel, his long fingers lingering over the sharp curve. “So, anywhere special you’d like to go?” He rewards me with a sinful, crooked smile.
I smile back. “Surprise me.”
“And surprised you will be.” He winks.
Could he be any more charming and attractive? I stare at his profile when he turns to face the road and a shiver of excitement runs through me. He pushes the pedal, making the car roar eagerly, and with the release of the brake I am pinned back to my seat by the acceleration. There is a light melody playing in the background.
“What song is that?” I ask and look at him, yet again taking in his handsome profile.
“ Just a Boy . Listen to the lyrics.” Turning up the volume he mouths along to the song, eyes still ahead.
I should be listening to these words ? Something about a boy meeting a girl and though he doesn’t know why, he quickly fell for her. Anything you want to tell me there, Mr. Stark? My inner smile is threatening to rip me in two.
“Sparkling water?” I offer, intending to open mine.
He turns to me with a wide grin. “Always be prepared.”
“What can I say?” I beam at him and raise my hand in a Girl Scout salute.
“Oh, you were one?” he asks, a side smile still resting on his lips.
“Yes, I was one.” And I am gifted with a wider grin. He seems to be enjoying some private joke, continuing to smirk as he stares straight ahead at the road. I turn to open the second bottle for him.
“No need to open that one, we can share,” he mutters casually.
I guess we could . I hand him mine, he takes a sip, his lush lips circling the opening. I find myself mesmerized by the simple action.
“Here,” he hands me back the bottle, for a brief moment intently glancing at me. Bringing the bottle to my lips I think about the fact that his lips just touched the same place. I sip the water slowly while a warm wave settles in my belly.
~~~
“Here we are,” he declares, pulling the car to a stop next to a lighthouse.
“Let’s go,” he offers, stepping out of the car.
I follow. He circles the car to meet me and takes my hand in his.
“It’s one of my favorite places outside the city,” he tells me. “There’s an amazing view from the top.” I look at him under my lashes with a thin smile and continue following his lead. With him two stairs ahead I shamelessly check his behind . What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me . I smirk, absolutely liking the way his firm butt is nicely snug inside his
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