Page 42 of Point of Contact

Her vote was definitely for the last one because Reed was more than right. Hecouldhandle her. In pretty much every way.

His hand slowly eased from her body, fingers sliding free and leaving her feeling surprisingly empty. Empty enough to pull a whimper from her lips.

He pointed one of those wet, wicked fingers at her face. “No. None of that.” He whipped his T-shirt over his head and went to work cleaning her off. “If you keep making noises like that we’ll never make it to Kentucky.”

She pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile. “I didn’t do anything.”

Reed stayed focused on where he was cleaning her. “Like hell you didn’t do anything.” His voice was gruff but his touch was gentle.

“You started it.” She wiggled one finger in his direction. “Maybe you’re the problem.”

Reed finished cleaning her up before grabbing her clothes and tossing them onto her face. “Not likely.”

She yanked the pants and shirt away, catching his smile as he turned toward the front of the RV. “Ass.”

“Brat.” He didn’t stop. “Get dressed so we can get this show on the road.”

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"YOU REALLY AREN'T gonna let me drive anymore?" Courtney stared across the cab at Reed from where she sat in the passenger seat, her feet kicked up on the dashboard.

"No." There was no hesitation in his answer.

And also no explanation after it.

"Why not? I'm the one who stole it." She snapped off a bite of the Slim Jim she picked up at their last pitstop.

"Which I massively appreciate. But I'm willing to bet you don't have any sort of advanced training in maneuvering something this size at high speed." He glanced her way, lifting his brows like he expected an answer. Confirmation he was right.

Which he was. But she wasn’t going to admit it. "As far as you know I have."

"And as far as I know you haven't. So we’re going to stick with me in the driver's seat because I absolutely have had that advanced training." His eyes went back to the road, but he looked significantly more relaxed than he had up to this point.

Probably because of the orgasm.

The reminder had her thighs clenching tight, as if her body wasn't satisfied with the morning’s activities. It should have been. It was the first time she'd been touched by someone else in too damn long.

It was also probably the first time she'd been touched by someone who didn't have ulterior motives for doing it.

That was probably why she wanted more. It was also why she was sitting here irritating Reed in the hopes that he would get aggravated enough to give her more. Maybe even that spanking she'd worked so hard to deserve.

It was weird how appealing that particular act was. Especially considering she'd never been spanked in her life. No one ever cared enough to put the effort into reprimanding her.

And maybe that was the appeal. Maybe she wanted someone to give a shit enough to tell her when she was being a bad girl.

"So I guess that means Alaskan Security teaches everybody to be a super good driver?" She watched him for his reaction. "Because if they did, I'm gonna make sure they know you haven't been using your turn signal when you change lanes."

His head snapped her direction. "Yes I fucking have."

She gave him a sweet smile. "As far as they know you haven't."

Reed glared at her for a second, but then started shaking his head, huffing out a laugh as he faced the road once more. "Are you always this difficult?"

"Probably.” She took another bite of her meat stick. “Are you always this grumpy?”

His lips pulled into more of a smile. “Probably.”

She considered arguing with him a little more, but decided not to be a total pain. "So now we just drive to Kentucky?"

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