Page 16 of Fitch

With an understated confidence that was hot as fuck.

Quiet patience and self-assurance.

One hand on the gear stick, changing gears with ease, his left thigh bulging every time he pumped the clutch. The muted dash lights highlighting his strong profile and his forearm outstretched and his hand on the steering wheel.

“Do you know how hot you are right now?” I asked.

He shot me a look before concentrating on the road.

“You’re a fucking masterclass in sex appeal, you know that?”

He kept his eyes on the road and said nothing. So I slid my hand onto his thigh, rubbing dangerously close to his crotch.

“You like trouble, don’t you,” he said, voice rough.

“I want to push all your buttons,” I murmured, rubbing closer still, my pinkie brushing the bulge in his jeans. “I want to push them all until you lose that calm composure and fuck me how you really want to.”

His eyes cut to mine then, sharp and dangerous. His jaw clenched and his chest heaved. “You should be careful what you wish for.” Then his hand snatched up mine, removing it from his lap.

His big hand engulfed mine, warm and strong and perfectly tight, before he put my hand on my own leg so he could change gears and park his car.

“Wait here,” he said, before getting out.

Wait? In the car? What the . . . ?

I watched him walk around the front of his car, wondering what the hell he was doing. Were we not staying at his place?

But then he opened my door for me and held out his hand.

Oh.

That was . . . ridiculously unexpected and sweet.

Such a good daddy.

“Let’s go inside,” he murmured.

I got out, making sure to give him the biggest puppy dog eyes I could as I brushed against him. He huffed at me, as if saying I was too cute to be in trouble anymore.

I followed him inside his house and walked toward his kitchen dining area. I hadn’t realised he’d stopped walking until I turned around. He was leaning against the closed front door, watching me.

Then he stalked toward me, making my pulse quicken. He was back in commanding mode, a predator, and I was his prey.

So fucking hot.

He gripped my chin, a little too hard, not quite hard enough. “Where’s your boldness now?”

Goddamn, I was under this man’s spell. I let out a shuddery breath. “I promise I’ll listen now,” I said, voice meek, falling into my role so easily.

Too easily.

It was so natural with him.

His eyes scanned mine, searching for what, I wasn’t sure. “You didn’t let your friend know you were coming here. You should text him now.”

Oh, holy shit.

I’d completely forgotten.

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