Page 40 of Counterfeit Boyfriend
Tension crept across the line of my shoulders, but I promised myself I would tell the truth, even if I outed myself.
“You’re afraid to let me drive, aren’t you? Afraid I’ll scratch your precious car?”
“No.” A tiny part of me enjoyed the idea of her putting a scratch on it—it’d serve Evan right for not appreciating what he had. But the literal thought of a mark on such a beautiful, pristine car made my lungs seize up.
“O-M-G! You’re practically hyperventilating at the thought! I’ll have you know, I’m a really good driver—that flat tire wasn’t my fault.”
“But I like driving. I like being able to push faster on the open road, and more than that, I like having you as copilot. You’re good with the snacks…”
She tossed an M&M at me, and when I caught it in my mouth, she clapped like I was a circus monkey. “You can keep going with the compliments. I pick the best music…”
“Hell, no.”
“Ah!” She tossed an M&M at me, hard and without an arch, and I brought up my shoulder just in time to block it from pelting me in the face. “Oops, sorry,” she said with a laugh.
“That’d be more convincing if you weren’t laughing. Now you don’t get to hear the rest of what I was going to say.”
“Oh, come on. I’ll even get the M&M before it melts.” She shifted, pushing onto her knees and then leaning over the console and fishing around on the floor at my feet.
Let the record show that I, Ethan Haynes, resisted making a “while you’re down there” joke. Barely, but it still counts.
Gwen popped back up, so quickly that if I hadn’t jerked back, the top of her head would’ve smacked my jaw.
“Woman, you’re going to wreck us.”
Her lips stuck out in a pout and she crossed her arms, which only emphasized her cleavage. “That was the worst copilot compliment ever. I’m about to throw more M&Ms at you, and if you think I’m going to retrieve them now, you’d better think again.”
Since I wanted to get my mouth on those alluring lips—and the cleavage to be totally honest—I said, “I was going to say, you also have the best sense of humor about everything, and…”
She leaned closer, her sweet scent invading my senses. The exit that’d take us toward D.C. was coming up, and if I didn’t pay attention, I’d miss it. Of course right now, I was thinking a detour would be a great idea, which was why I should stay the course. Also why I shouldn’t say what I was tempted to. “And…?”
“And I like the feel of driving a fast car and having my girl by my side.” Yeah, my self-control clearly sucked.
The smile she flashed me gave me more wicked ideas and had me clenching the steering wheel tighter, fighting my inner Jekyll. Or was it Hyde? Whichever was the inner villain—that was the one who was winning. “Are you saying I’m your ride or die chick?”
I chuckled, then locked my eyes on to hers. “Call it whatever you want, as long as I get to call you mine.”
“If you keep talking like that, tonight’s going to end much better than last night.” Her voice dripped with innuendo, and my cock swelled, testing the confines of my zipper.
As torturous as it was, I’d liked last night. And while I would definitely like what she was suggesting, it didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t go there.
Regardless of the way my mind flooded with a sexy image reel of exactly how I’d like it to go down. Claiming her mouth with mine. Peeling off her clothes one at a time. Kissing my way down her body.
Holy shitI was in trouble. In the matter of minutes I’d gone from worrying I was accidentally screwing it all up to wondering if it wouldn’t be better for all parties involved if I fucked things up on purpose.
Before I went and did something neither one of us would ever forgive me for.
