Page 58 of That Secret Something

“Mmm. What’s the offside rule then?”

Dammit. “Erm…something to do with the ball and the goal?”

She laughed. “Good try, but there isn’t an offside rule in field hockey.”

“Hey! That was a trick question. That’s not allowed.”

She leaned closer to me, and my breath hitched. “What you gonna do about it?”

I swallowed, putting both hands on the wheel. “You should really be aware of your sexual magnetism if you want to arrive home in one piece. Don’t be so distracting.”

“Boo. That’s no fun.” She relaxed into her seat, tilting her head towards me. “I like sharing this stuff with you, though. It’s nice.”

I smiled, trying not to give in to the swoony feeling blooming in my chest and keep the car on the road. “I do too. And you look extremely fine in those little shorts of yours.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“Ah. It makes sense now. You little pervert.”

I burst out laughing. “I want to deny it, but I guess I am a little bit.” I turned left off the main road and onto the country lanes.

“Well, I want to pretend to be offended, but I’m not. I find it pretty hot knowing you’re watching and checking me out.” Rebecca’s hand found my thigh, and I jumped, swerving the car. “Jesus, Jess. You’re a road hazard.”

“You can’t blame me when your hand is…there. It’s pretty hard to concentrate.”

She slid it up my thigh and squeezed. “Pull over then.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Pull over. It’s for the safety of road users everywhere.”

“Are you serious? Here?”

Her hand gripped between my legs, rubbing me through my jeans. I let out an involuntary groan.

Yes, she is definitely serious.

I pulled off at the next layby and shut off the engine. The sun had set, leaving us in darkness on the country lane. As soon as we were stationary, Rebecca unclicked her seatbelt, her hand still pressed hard against my clit.

I leaned across the centre console and kissed her, pulling her close. I’d missed kissing her all day. She was addictive, and I needed my fill. I cupped my hands behind her neck where her hair was still tied up in a ponytail. I drew back, temporarily confused and feeling shaky from the adrenaline. I’d never done anything like this before. She was the only person that made me feel this way, like I really could take her clothes off and fuck her right here in the backseat—because why the hell not?

Rebecca’s mouth quirked as she studied my face. She loved getting me all hot and bothered. My pulse hammered hard in my pants, knowing the effect this was having on her, too.

“You must really like hockey, huh?” she murmured, low in her throat.

Lit in the soft glow of the interior light, that gorgeous smile was captivating. “Shut up and kiss me.”

She sucked my lip into her mouth, and warm gooey heat spread everywhere. I tried to shift closer and grumbled at the console getting in the way.

“Are you going to keep your seatbelt on?” she teased.

I removed it without breaking the kiss, too turned on to quip back at her. Something about touching her in this way, in the dark, on this country lane, was really doing it for me. I wanted more. Right now.

She popped open the button on my jeans and slid down the zipper, slipping her hand inside. I pushed into her, needing the friction, but the movement was restricted.

“Backseat,” Rebecca demanded, immediately getting up and manoeuvring herself through the gap.

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