Page 22 of Personal Foul
Bracing my hands on the headrest behind him, I lean in close until my mouth is a hair’s breadth away from his.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“It’s more than I expected, but I’m not complaining whatsoever.” He grins, his eyes looking down at my breasts. With the way my shirt is now hanging open, he gets a perfect view of my cleavage before looking back up at me. “I’m not complaining one bit.”
His voice cracks at the end, reminding me he’s not as calm and collected as he’d like me to think, which spurs me to continue.
“Good,” I whisper, leaning closer. “Now, no more thinking.”
Grinding my hips down on top of him, he releases a low moan as desire flashes in his eyes. His grip on my thighs tightens.
“No thinking. Just feeling.”
I rotate my hips, rocking back and forth over him, causing his nostrils to flare as he leans up and captures my mouth in a soul-searing kiss.
When our lips connect, a deep groan vibrates through them. He releases his hold, reaching his hands up to grip my face as he opens his mouth, brushing his tongue against mine
All I want is more, to feel his body against me, inside me, consuming me.
“I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but if you don’t take those fucking shorts off now, I’m going to rip them off you.”
Oh, God. Is there anything hotter than Colson Rush talking dirty to me?
“Sydney. Now.” His words are firm, spoken with authority.
Ducking my head, I lean back and slip my hands into the waistband of my shorts, thinking through how I’ll be able to manage to shimmy my way out of them with a limited amount of space.
His eyes burn into me, his teeth once again biting down on his lower lip. It’s exhilarating seeing how turned on he is, waiting for me to give him what he wants.
I love how he looks at me, how his eyes seemingly eat up every inch of my body like he’s not sure where he wants to focus his attention but doesn’t want to miss a second.
Two hard knocks hit against the window, causing my movements to freeze.
Oh, fuck! We’re busted. My eyes dart to Colson, as he bursts out laughing.
The car is still on with the music playing on low around us. Hitting the button to roll down the window, the humidity billows out. I know immediately who it is before the window is even down.
“Hi…” I drawl.
“Hello, ma’am,” the officer greets. Bending down, he peers into the car seeing Colson reclined back. A smirk lines the cop’s mouth as he stands back up.
“Umm, can we help you? Is everything all right?”
“Well, I guess it appears to be. We got a report of some suspicious activity, and someone requested we drive through to, uh, check to make sure everything’s okay.”
My eyes dart to Colson, as he tries to smother his cackling. Climbing off his lap, I slide over to my seat to situate my shorts before shoving my feet into my discarded shoes as we adjust our seats back up.
“Please step out of the vehicle.”
“Shit.” My face warms, humiliation settling over me. We were already blasted in the media once this month. They are going to have a heyday when they get their hands on this story.
“Don’t worry,” Colson whispers. “I’ll take care of it.”
He must sense my nervousness, knowing how this is going to look for both of us.
He opens the door and climbs out, and I follow along with him.
“What are your names?” the officer asks.
