Page 43 of Lead Me Knot

As soon as we’re in the rental, Lauralee buckles herself in, but the look we share makes me think this drive is about to get a lot more interesting. As soon as we’re on the road, I reach over and rub her thigh. She changed tops, exchanging the crop top for a loose-fitting shirt that hung around her frame, with no midsection on display at all. Hidden. I don’t approve. “I do like those shorts on you.”

She looks down as if she didn’t know she was wearing them. “Thanks. They’re just old jeans I cut off.”

“You always did know how to wear denim.”

Angling toward me, she laughs. “You make it sound like you noticed me when I’m pretty sure you never thought twice about me before the last time I saw you.” She rests her head on her hand, a smile working onto her relaxed expression.

“I’ve thought about you,” I say, taking her hand in mine and folding my fingers with hers. “I should have . . .” I put my attention back on the road. “I sure noticed you at my sister’s reception.”

“Lost opportunity?”

“One I’ve regretted since.”

Her hold on my hand tightens. I don’t even know if she purposely gave the subtle hint, but I notice. She asks, “You have?” Her voice is as soft as her gaze.

“Of course. You’re a beautiful woman, Shortcake,” I reply, trying to play it off a bit. I don’t know why this seems like a good time to just stick to the facts and own them, especially with her. She’s given me an open forum to be who I am. No games. No fronts or masks, no role to play. Just me with her.

“Quick detour.” I pull off on an old dirt farm road. The property was abandoned before I was born, so it might be private property, but there was no one to enforce it. I stop just past the rickety fence posts and shift the car into Park.

There’s not been one ounce of argument from her. She sits there, trusting me. It’s a weight that I haven’t carried for anyone in years. I’m not that guy in New York, but she’s making me think twice back here in Peachtree Pass.

I undo her seat belt and then mine before leaning over the console to run my fingers over her cheek. “I’m going to kiss you.”

Her hand covers mine, and she leans in, her breathing deepening. “You don’t have to ask or warn me. Just kiss me.”

I press my lips to her, so much of this feeling like the first time. Her eyes close in complete trust, her soft mouth molding to mine, and her other hand finding my side and rubbing before trying to pull me closer.

The fucking console keeps me from her, but as our kisses deepen, our tongues begin a slow dance to encourage more. Her hand dips to my lap and rubs over my erection. I push against her and lower my hand to slide over her tits, one and then the other. Lifting myself over the console, I trail kisses toward her ear and whisper, “Put your seat back.”

She fumbles beside her, and then it slowly glides back for me. When she’s lying as flat as the seat goes, her hand returns to my legs and goes higher. I capture it. “I want you to touch me so badly, but I don’t want to come in my pants and then see my family.”

I slide my hand over her belly and pop the button on her jeans. “But I want to make you feel so good you’ll be thinking about it while we’re eating.”

A small laugh escapes, and she says, “So you want me to come in my shorts, though?”

“Yes. I do, and I want to smell you on my fingers for the rest of the night.”

Her eyes widen as her chest rises before falling again. Breathless, she whispers, “Yes, please. I want that so much.”

“You just enjoy, baby, while I make you come so hard.” I know I can’t fuck her, though she looks at me like she wants nothing less. I can’t even get out and eat that sweet pussy of hers because we can still be seen from the road.

I’m kicking myself for not driving farther onto the property, but I didn’t know it would escalate like this. A gorgeous woman begging for me to please her? I’ll do everything to make that happen.

I focus on her shorts and getting them down past her knees so my hand can fit properly between her legs. Hovering over the console that’s digging into my lower stomach, I kiss her while sliding two fingers between her lower lips.

Her hips buck as her mouth leaves mine to grasp for air. I slip down to her entrance and tease her with my fingertip. When her hand covers mine, she pushes as hard as she can. “Please, Baylor.” Her eyes roll back in her head as the crown digs into the leather.

The glimpse of the highway behind us sets my desire on fire. I need to feel her pulsing around my fingers. I push one finger into her wet heat, and the slick sides grip and squeeze around me.

Little moans rumble through her, but it’s when I push in another finger that sends her ass off the seat. “So good.” She licks her lips and begs, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I pull out and push back in, watching her body come alive before me. Her nipples push against the shirt, and her mouth hangs open. As she starts to fuck my hand, I bend over and bite that tempting nip. “Ah,” breaks free from her throat, giving me the opportunity to kiss her. I do and pick up fucking her where she left off.

My fingers continue to pump as I watch her body. Watch that stunning face reaching the peak before she tumbles into her release.

A siren blares, startling me. “Shit.”

“No,” she says, gripping my hand so hard to hold it in place. “Finish. Finish. Please, Baylor.”

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