Page 60 of Breathless With Her

She narrowed her eyes at me over her shoulder when I did so, but it was totally worth it.

The music was good, the company was great, and it was just a good time.

It was nice to hang out and simply enjoy myself.

I worked hard, but I loved my job. I was outside most of the day, so I already had a good tan going, even over my tattoos, which wasn’t the best thing. But it couldn’t be helped with my job.

I slathered up with sunscreen as well and made sure that everyone else did the same. Maybe Dimitri was right, and I was a mother hen.

I didn’t mind.

Someone had to do it.

By the time we were all ready to head out, I was a little exhausted and probably overheated, but relaxed.

It had been a good day, and being with Erin like this? It made me feel like there could be something more.

I was probably setting myself up to fail, but I didn’t care. I liked her. I enjoyed being with her.

I didn’t like the idea that I was her rebound, but maybe something could come of that.

Not all rebounds were bad. Sometimes, you still made the shot.

We said goodbye, and I helped her up into the truck, my hands sliding under her skirt ever so slightly when I did.

She raised her brows, and I grinned.

“You want to go park somewhere?” I asked, my voice low and growly.

“I think if we don’t, I’ll probably try to give you a blowjob as we drive, and we might end up in an accident. I don’t want to hurt your truck.”

I didn’t think I’d ever run around the truck as quickly as I did then. Soon, we were on our way to the quarry we had been to before, knowing we’d be safe. Anywhere else? I wouldn’t have done it. But…desperate times and all that.

I had my hand on her leg, slowly stroking up and down, getting closer and closer to the edge of her skirt with each passing caress. When my pinky scraped along the bottom hem, she sucked in a breath, and I did my best to keep my eyes on the road. I squeezed the steering wheel and then slowly slid my hand under her skirt, rubbing my finger along her soft skin.

I swallowed hard, taking the turn probably a little too quickly, but we were safe. I wouldn’t hurt her.

But, goddammit, I needed to be inside of her.

I brushed my fingers along her heat, finding the lace panties she wore soaking wet.

“Dear God,” I bit out.

“Are we almost there?” she asked, panting.

“We’d better be because I’m almost there myself.”

She chuckled harshly and then gasped as I rubbed her clit through her panties.

She arched for me, rotating her hips with my touch. I did my best not to kill us both as I parked.

And then our seatbelts were off, and I was tugging on her panties.

Her lips were on mine, my mouth crushing hers, our tongues tangling.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. I just needed to be inside her.

I reached inside my pocket, pulled out a condom, and then worked myself out of my jeans.

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