crushed against hers, he felt fantastic. Hard angles and planes. Smooth muscle working under clothes she wished she could strip away.
His hands found the sides of her breasts and slipped between their bodies to tease her nipples through her clothes. She could feel herself getting wet. She straddled his leg and ground into him in rhythm with the throbbing in her crotch.
She wanted him. Now! Her hands dropped to his hips and slowly slid around to his ass. Rock-hard. Something sharp poked her palm through his rear pocket, and in response to the pain, she slid her hands around to his front, grabbed the pronounced lump she found there and gave it a squeeze.
“Ouch!” Gabe broke the kiss and took her hands in his. “Easy, baby. This tool isn’t a Craftsman. It needs a little gentle loving care. Eeeeasy does it.”
The blinding white of a headlight flashed in her face, and she looked up into Gabe’s face. “Oh. Sorry. Guess I got carried away.” His mouth was still moist, hers sensitized. She licked her lips, still tasting him.
“Come on. Let’s get outta here before we get a ticket.” He took her hand and led her to a Corvette parked a couple of spots away.
Black, sleek, sharp. That vehicle was just like him, the epitome of racy.
“Nice car.” She dropped into the passenger seat after he opened the door for her.
He went around to the other side. “It’s a nice ride, but I’m about ready to turn her in for something better.”
“What?” She fingered her mouth, still tasting him. “Maybe a Beemer next? Or a Ferrari?”
“No, I was thinking of something a little more practical. Like a truck.”
“You? A truck?” She laughed at the vision of Gabe Ryan, bad boy, driving a dumpy old pick-up. “It’ll never happen. Unless, of course, you buy one of those stupid trucks with five-foot tires.”
He chuckled, started the car and shifted into drive. As he pulled onto the street she noted how smooth the ride was, indeed. She’d never ridden in a Vette before. It was kind of nice.
Within a few blocks, she’d rolled down the window, and was enjoying the exhilaration of a car that hugged the road and shot like a cannonball from the traffic lights. It might be fun to drive one of these, she decided.
The man might be as enjoyable to ride…assuming he’d taken care of that engine misfiring issue he’d had years ago.
When Gabe made a left at the next light, she realized he was taking her directly to her place.
Wait a minute. She hadn’t given him directions. “How do you know where I live?”
“I, uh. I saw your personnel file on Duncan’s desk earlier.”
“Bullshit!” She went into her purse, pulled out her wallet and opened it. Her license was gone. “Where are my keys? My license?”
He parked the car in an empty parking lot, leaned to the left and slid a hand into his rear pants pocket. “Here.” He dropped them into her lap. “I didn’t want you to drive home.”
“I’m fine.”
“You didn’t look fine.”
“What do you care, anyway? Is this just your way of getting a little pussy? Act all honorable, drive the lady home, and then weasel your way into her house for a one-night stand.” Damn, even to herself she sounded like a bitch!
“I promise I won’t touch you again. I just wanted to drive you home.”
She almost felt disappointed by that promise. “How am I supposed to get to work in the morning?”
“I’ll pick you up.”
He couldn’t really be acting honorable. Chivalry was dead. Gone for centuries, at least since the advent of indoor plumbing. “What’s in this for you?”
“Nothing. Like I said, I didn’t want to see you get in a car accident. You’re loaded, Fate.”
“Am not.”
Sure. Then why are you swaying? We’re not moving.”
“Well…” Was she really swaying? She gripped the door handle to stop it just in case. “Then what are you doing taking advantage of me when I’m…I’m not at my best?”
“I promise,” he held up his hands in
His hands found the sides of her breasts and slipped between their bodies to tease her nipples through her clothes. She could feel herself getting wet. She straddled his leg and ground into him in rhythm with the throbbing in her crotch.
She wanted him. Now! Her hands dropped to his hips and slowly slid around to his ass. Rock-hard. Something sharp poked her palm through his rear pocket, and in response to the pain, she slid her hands around to his front, grabbed the pronounced lump she found there and gave it a squeeze.
“Ouch!” Gabe broke the kiss and took her hands in his. “Easy, baby. This tool isn’t a Craftsman. It needs a little gentle loving care. Eeeeasy does it.”
The blinding white of a headlight flashed in her face, and she looked up into Gabe’s face. “Oh. Sorry. Guess I got carried away.” His mouth was still moist, hers sensitized. She licked her lips, still tasting him.
“Come on. Let’s get outta here before we get a ticket.” He took her hand and led her to a Corvette parked a couple of spots away.
Black, sleek, sharp. That vehicle was just like him, the epitome of racy.
“Nice car.” She dropped into the passenger seat after he opened the door for her.
He went around to the other side. “It’s a nice ride, but I’m about ready to turn her in for something better.”
“What?” She fingered her mouth, still tasting him. “Maybe a Beemer next? Or a Ferrari?”
“No, I was thinking of something a little more practical. Like a truck.”
“You? A truck?” She laughed at the vision of Gabe Ryan, bad boy, driving a dumpy old pick-up. “It’ll never happen. Unless, of course, you buy one of those stupid trucks with five-foot tires.”
He chuckled, started the car and shifted into drive. As he pulled onto the street she noted how smooth the ride was, indeed. She’d never ridden in a Vette before. It was kind of nice.
Within a few blocks, she’d rolled down the window, and was enjoying the exhilaration of a car that hugged the road and shot like a cannonball from the traffic lights. It might be fun to drive one of these, she decided.
The man might be as enjoyable to ride…assuming he’d taken care of that engine misfiring issue he’d had years ago.
When Gabe made a left at the next light, she realized he was taking her directly to her place.
Wait a minute. She hadn’t given him directions. “How do you know where I live?”
“I, uh. I saw your personnel file on Duncan’s desk earlier.”
“Bullshit!” She went into her purse, pulled out her wallet and opened it. Her license was gone. “Where are my keys? My license?”
He parked the car in an empty parking lot, leaned to the left and slid a hand into his rear pants pocket. “Here.” He dropped them into her lap. “I didn’t want you to drive home.”
“I’m fine.”
“You didn’t look fine.”
“What do you care, anyway? Is this just your way of getting a little pussy? Act all honorable, drive the lady home, and then weasel your way into her house for a one-night stand.” Damn, even to herself she sounded like a bitch!
“I promise I won’t touch you again. I just wanted to drive you home.”
She almost felt disappointed by that promise. “How am I supposed to get to work in the morning?”
“I’ll pick you up.”
He couldn’t really be acting honorable. Chivalry was dead. Gone for centuries, at least since the advent of indoor plumbing. “What’s in this for you?”
“Nothing. Like I said, I didn’t want to see you get in a car accident. You’re loaded, Fate.”
“Am not.”
Sure. Then why are you swaying? We’re not moving.”
“Well…” Was she really swaying? She gripped the door handle to stop it just in case. “Then what are you doing taking advantage of me when I’m…I’m not at my best?”
“I promise,” he held up his hands in
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