Page 61 of The Spark Between Us

“Ha. It is now.”

“For the record, I approve.” He reached out and slowly brushed his fingers up my thigh, which unleashed a jolt of desire at my core. I put my hand on his to still it. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “You worried I can’t multitask? I assure you I can drive and make you come in a blinding cascade of stars at the same time.”

“I have no doubt. But I can’t keep a thought in my head if you’re gonna do that. Just warning you, in case you thought we were having a conversation.” He started moving his hand again, and conversation of any sort seemed irrelevant. Having fully given myself over to however Braden wanted to ravish my body, I was fine with either.

His eyes met mine, and the smolder I saw gave me no doubt about which one he preferred.

“I can’t be held responsible for whatever car accident you’re about to get into. The blinding cascade can wait. Let’s talk.” I placed his hand back on his own leg and looked at his profile, noticing the angular blade of his nose and his high cheekbones. His face was beautiful, and when he smiled at me, I couldn’t look away.

“What do you want to talk about?” He slid his hand back up the bare skin of my leg, edging higher this time. He kept his eyes on the road, so I did nothing to dissuade him. Yet. Someone had to be the adult in the truck, and I prepared myself for the role of spoiler.

“Tell me about your brothers. Are they all firefighters like Mitch? Is that a thing, does it tend to run in families?”

He shrugged and shifted slightly, so he sat a little closer to me on his seat. Eyes still facing forward. But now, his hand moved up the inside of my thigh until his fingers brushed against my panties, which—let’s be honest—were damp with arousal the second I saw the heat in his eyes. He grinned like a naughty kid but said nothing, moving the tiny wisp of fabric aside and stroking straight up my center.

I sucked in a breath and slid lower in the seat, leaning my head back.

“My older brother Devon coaches football at the high school in Pleasanton. Sean, the youngest of our band of misfits, is a medic. Then there’s Mitch, who you know—he’s my half-brother from my dad’s second marriage. And his younger brother Sinclair who’s between jobs. But he has a law degree and helps me with projects from time to time.”

I sighed and tried to hold back the orgasm already unspooling where Braden’s two fingers had been driving me insane while he spoke. “Sorry, I didn’t hear any of that.” I thought I was speaking, but apparently I was just panting with words.

“Unimportant trivia. Focus on this.” He bent his fingers to expertly hit my g-spot while circling my clit with his thumb. How he managed to do that while driving baffled me.

“Holy fucking moly.”

He chuckled and never took his eyes off the road. But I stopped watching his driving because the heat in my core was building, and without any self-control, I moved against his fingers. Then I was telling myself to breathe as I fell hard and fast, pleasure exploding like pinpricks of light piercing a blackout.

There was no chance to feel self-conscious about my raw, unchecked reaction to him. It felt too good.

Braden’s expert fingers had drawn out one of the best orgasms I’d ever had in my life, and he’d done it while cruising down the highway like he was innocently on his way to a church picnic.

Mentally, I bowed down in complete awe.

When I was finally able to articulate words, I opened my eyes to find Braden driving with a smile plastered on his face.

“See, now I find this unfair. You can drive and do that without so much as leaving your lane, and I let my mind wander to my grocery list and end up crashing into things.”

“We all have our skills, Damsel. This is one of mine.” The muscle in his jaw jumped as he controlled his smug grin.

He was so sure of himself.

So cocky.

And I loved it.

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