now, I’m looking to have some fun.”
He stole glances at her legs, the creamy smoothness on the
upper thighs. When she sat down, that skirt of hers hiked up even farther. She
had a scar on one knee from summer rollerblading. Would it still be there, or
had it faded over time? What would it be like to slide his hand across the
seat, glide up to her sweet honey-pot and dip his fingers in? The curve of her
breast pressed out through her sweatshirt and he resisted the urge to touch.
The air-conditioning was blowing pretty good and they were
jamming to her iPod. Even in the early evening, it was too hot out to drive
with the windows down.
“Have you been letting your hair grow out?” She ran her
fingers through his hair. “It’s wavier than I remember it.”
“It tends to curl if I let it go too much.” He glanced in
the rear-view mirror. “But I got tired of the buzz cut.”
“I like it. Makes you look sexy.”
He watched her from the corner of his eye, trying to get a
read on her comments. Was she simply touching him because she viewed him as a
brother, or was it on purpose?
“Thanks.”
The physical interaction continued as the miles passed. When
a particular song she liked came on, she squeezed his upper thigh. When he
teased her about the screaming slumber parties she used to have as a teenager,
she punched his upper arm.
“I know you and my brother used to spy on us,” she said. “We
all wore our sexiest sleepwear on purpose!”
“As if pajamas at seventeen are revealing. I’d like to see
what you sleep in these days.” He threw the comment out there, testing the
flirtatious waters.
“Depends on where I am—I prefer butt-naked, but that’s not
always easy to do in mixed company. How about you? Do you sleep in the buff?”
“Totally commando, and I don’t care who’s around.”
She laughed, deep and throaty, and ran her hand up his leg.
“I’d like to see that. From the feel of the muscles on your thighs, I bet you
look pretty good.”
All this talk about being naked was getting him hot. His
pants tightened around his cock, and he needed to get out for some fresh air.
He took the next exit in Blythe for a rest stop. Another three or four hours
remained in the trip. He wasn’t sure if he was going to make it without putting
his hands on her.
Chapter Two
At the gas station, he did his best to adjust his erection
as he got out. How embarrassing. He was acting like a horny teen around
her . She didn’t give him any time to recover. He heard the click of the
passenger door, and she slid out—long legs first. Damn.
“How do you keep busy on the road?” she asked as she leaned
against the truck while he pumped gas. Stretching, she bent down and touched
her toes and let out a little whoosh. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. As if
in slow motion, the back of her sweatshirt hiked up, displaying bare skin. He
wanted to reach out and run his fingers along its softness. Hell, he wanted to
tongue that sweet patch. When she looked up, she caught him staring at her. She
gave him a wicked smile, like she knew every dirty fantasy in his mind and was
willing to act them out in slow motion. His knees almost buckled from the power
of the lust. He could take her right now. Forget finishing the trip. Maybe they
could go park somewhere. She said she was into having fun, but was she that
type of girl?
Slowly, purposefully, she raised her arms above her head.
This time her shirt exposed her taut belly. The image of sticking his nose in
her bellybutton and smelling her fragrance assaulted his mind. He turned back
toward the gas display, pretending he had to check the numbers.
“Some books on tape,” he mumbled, “music, and a lot of
thinking.” She’d busted him checking her out. Heat flared across his face.
Hopefully she wouldn’t notice his embarrassment.
“What do you think about?” she asked, drawing out her words,
emphasizing the “do” and kept on smiling. He could have jumped out
He stole glances at her legs, the creamy smoothness on the
upper thighs. When she sat down, that skirt of hers hiked up even farther. She
had a scar on one knee from summer rollerblading. Would it still be there, or
had it faded over time? What would it be like to slide his hand across the
seat, glide up to her sweet honey-pot and dip his fingers in? The curve of her
breast pressed out through her sweatshirt and he resisted the urge to touch.
The air-conditioning was blowing pretty good and they were
jamming to her iPod. Even in the early evening, it was too hot out to drive
with the windows down.
“Have you been letting your hair grow out?” She ran her
fingers through his hair. “It’s wavier than I remember it.”
“It tends to curl if I let it go too much.” He glanced in
the rear-view mirror. “But I got tired of the buzz cut.”
“I like it. Makes you look sexy.”
He watched her from the corner of his eye, trying to get a
read on her comments. Was she simply touching him because she viewed him as a
brother, or was it on purpose?
“Thanks.”
The physical interaction continued as the miles passed. When
a particular song she liked came on, she squeezed his upper thigh. When he
teased her about the screaming slumber parties she used to have as a teenager,
she punched his upper arm.
“I know you and my brother used to spy on us,” she said. “We
all wore our sexiest sleepwear on purpose!”
“As if pajamas at seventeen are revealing. I’d like to see
what you sleep in these days.” He threw the comment out there, testing the
flirtatious waters.
“Depends on where I am—I prefer butt-naked, but that’s not
always easy to do in mixed company. How about you? Do you sleep in the buff?”
“Totally commando, and I don’t care who’s around.”
She laughed, deep and throaty, and ran her hand up his leg.
“I’d like to see that. From the feel of the muscles on your thighs, I bet you
look pretty good.”
All this talk about being naked was getting him hot. His
pants tightened around his cock, and he needed to get out for some fresh air.
He took the next exit in Blythe for a rest stop. Another three or four hours
remained in the trip. He wasn’t sure if he was going to make it without putting
his hands on her.
Chapter Two
At the gas station, he did his best to adjust his erection
as he got out. How embarrassing. He was acting like a horny teen around
her . She didn’t give him any time to recover. He heard the click of the
passenger door, and she slid out—long legs first. Damn.
“How do you keep busy on the road?” she asked as she leaned
against the truck while he pumped gas. Stretching, she bent down and touched
her toes and let out a little whoosh. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. As if
in slow motion, the back of her sweatshirt hiked up, displaying bare skin. He
wanted to reach out and run his fingers along its softness. Hell, he wanted to
tongue that sweet patch. When she looked up, she caught him staring at her. She
gave him a wicked smile, like she knew every dirty fantasy in his mind and was
willing to act them out in slow motion. His knees almost buckled from the power
of the lust. He could take her right now. Forget finishing the trip. Maybe they
could go park somewhere. She said she was into having fun, but was she that
type of girl?
Slowly, purposefully, she raised her arms above her head.
This time her shirt exposed her taut belly. The image of sticking his nose in
her bellybutton and smelling her fragrance assaulted his mind. He turned back
toward the gas display, pretending he had to check the numbers.
“Some books on tape,” he mumbled, “music, and a lot of
thinking.” She’d busted him checking her out. Heat flared across his face.
Hopefully she wouldn’t notice his embarrassment.
“What do you think about?” she asked, drawing out her words,
emphasizing the “do” and kept on smiling. He could have jumped out
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