make me feel better.
Is he telling the truth? Probably not. Could I have said something I'll regret? I'm not the kind of girl to harbor regrets. Why the hell is he so smug? He's just playin' me. Right?
And why the hell can't I keep a straight face?
I reach across the console, my hand resting on his jean-clad thigh. His response is immediate, his heat warming my hand. His thigh twitches as my fingers inched higher and higher, closer to the glory land. Turning in my seat, I lean closer to him, until my lips just graze his jaw. "So... what, exactly, did I say?" I use my sexiest voice, low and sultry.
His eyes flick to me and back to the road before he answers."I'll never tell." Another panty-dropping smile. Big mistake.
Impulsively, I lick him, my tongue darting out to taste him as it moves up his neck to the base of his ear. I slowly exhale, releasing my breath across his skin and drawing goosebumps from him. He shivers as my hand inches upward, cupping the bulge in his pants.
"Jenna-"
"What? If you'd just stop playing these games and tell me what I want to know..." I don't finish the sentence. I don't need to. The bulge is growing in my hand, pressing against his zipper, even as he struggles to act indifferent.
Some things, a man just can't hide.
"It was nothing, Jenna." He gulps, swallowing hard as I watch him struggle. "I was just playing with you."
Just knowing I have this effect on him makes me feel warm and tingly inside. Powerful. I close my eyes, breathing in his intoxicating scent mixed with a hint of my favorite cologne as a familiar ache builds within me.
Whoever said 'good things come to those who wait'... well, they can go to Hell.
Chapter 16
Eric
"I don't believe you," she whispers against my neck. "What did I say?" She knows exactly how to push my buttons, knows exactly what turns me on. I swear I almost ran off the road when she grabbed me like that. Jenna Ryan is a whirlwind, tossing my world upside down and rearranging all I thought I knew. Since I met her, I've been living with a perpetual hard-on. One permanent erection.
"Jenna, if you keep touching me like that, I'm going to stop right here and make you believe me." My voice hitches, catching in my throat along with the breath she's stealing. I'm her hostage.
Taking my ear lobe into her mouth, she gently sucks, then bites, before abruptly sitting back in her seat. Instantly, I feel the loss of her heat, leaving me cold and bereft, an emptiness where she touched me. I steal a glance in her direction, and she smiles slyly, her playful side on display. When she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and bites it, I want to slam on the brakes and pull over. "Fine. I'll just stay on my side of the car," she pouts.
"Fine." Not fine . I want her over here, in my lap, touching me and letting me touch her. She's only a few inches away, but it's too far. She acts so damn unaffected, but I see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the pink stealing across her sun-kissed cheeks.
Now, more than ever, I know she's the girl for me. She makes me feel good, like a breath of fresh air on a warm spring day, makes me crave her more and more every day. I want to know everything there is to know about her.
More than anything, she makes me want to be her everything. I want... no, I need , to be the one who earns that devastating smile, who makes her new with just my touch. I. Love. Jenna. Ryan.
At the next exit, I leave the interstate. Gas and caffeine. I adjust myself and will my hard-on down, trying to think of anything besides Jenna's hands on me, her antics having left me hot and uncomfortable.
Fifty-nine days. It ends tonight.
"I need coffee. You want anything?" Jeez, even her innocent question turns me on, a new rush of blood flowing to my nether regions.
"A Pepsi." You .
"Gotcha." I watch as she walks away, my eyes following her until she disappears inside. I reach for the gas cap and notice the guy across from me. He's still watching the door of
Is he telling the truth? Probably not. Could I have said something I'll regret? I'm not the kind of girl to harbor regrets. Why the hell is he so smug? He's just playin' me. Right?
And why the hell can't I keep a straight face?
I reach across the console, my hand resting on his jean-clad thigh. His response is immediate, his heat warming my hand. His thigh twitches as my fingers inched higher and higher, closer to the glory land. Turning in my seat, I lean closer to him, until my lips just graze his jaw. "So... what, exactly, did I say?" I use my sexiest voice, low and sultry.
His eyes flick to me and back to the road before he answers."I'll never tell." Another panty-dropping smile. Big mistake.
Impulsively, I lick him, my tongue darting out to taste him as it moves up his neck to the base of his ear. I slowly exhale, releasing my breath across his skin and drawing goosebumps from him. He shivers as my hand inches upward, cupping the bulge in his pants.
"Jenna-"
"What? If you'd just stop playing these games and tell me what I want to know..." I don't finish the sentence. I don't need to. The bulge is growing in my hand, pressing against his zipper, even as he struggles to act indifferent.
Some things, a man just can't hide.
"It was nothing, Jenna." He gulps, swallowing hard as I watch him struggle. "I was just playing with you."
Just knowing I have this effect on him makes me feel warm and tingly inside. Powerful. I close my eyes, breathing in his intoxicating scent mixed with a hint of my favorite cologne as a familiar ache builds within me.
Whoever said 'good things come to those who wait'... well, they can go to Hell.
Chapter 16
Eric
"I don't believe you," she whispers against my neck. "What did I say?" She knows exactly how to push my buttons, knows exactly what turns me on. I swear I almost ran off the road when she grabbed me like that. Jenna Ryan is a whirlwind, tossing my world upside down and rearranging all I thought I knew. Since I met her, I've been living with a perpetual hard-on. One permanent erection.
"Jenna, if you keep touching me like that, I'm going to stop right here and make you believe me." My voice hitches, catching in my throat along with the breath she's stealing. I'm her hostage.
Taking my ear lobe into her mouth, she gently sucks, then bites, before abruptly sitting back in her seat. Instantly, I feel the loss of her heat, leaving me cold and bereft, an emptiness where she touched me. I steal a glance in her direction, and she smiles slyly, her playful side on display. When she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and bites it, I want to slam on the brakes and pull over. "Fine. I'll just stay on my side of the car," she pouts.
"Fine." Not fine . I want her over here, in my lap, touching me and letting me touch her. She's only a few inches away, but it's too far. She acts so damn unaffected, but I see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the pink stealing across her sun-kissed cheeks.
Now, more than ever, I know she's the girl for me. She makes me feel good, like a breath of fresh air on a warm spring day, makes me crave her more and more every day. I want to know everything there is to know about her.
More than anything, she makes me want to be her everything. I want... no, I need , to be the one who earns that devastating smile, who makes her new with just my touch. I. Love. Jenna. Ryan.
At the next exit, I leave the interstate. Gas and caffeine. I adjust myself and will my hard-on down, trying to think of anything besides Jenna's hands on me, her antics having left me hot and uncomfortable.
Fifty-nine days. It ends tonight.
"I need coffee. You want anything?" Jeez, even her innocent question turns me on, a new rush of blood flowing to my nether regions.
"A Pepsi." You .
"Gotcha." I watch as she walks away, my eyes following her until she disappears inside. I reach for the gas cap and notice the guy across from me. He's still watching the door of
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