Page 143 of Dangerous Encore
How can Idothis?
I know it's the rightdecision.
Butstill…
Mal's voice is that mix of caring and demanding. "You need help getting over it." It's more of a statement than aquestion.
I nodanyway.
"You want to cometonight?"
"Mal—"
"Yesorno?"
"Yes."
"Then do exactly asIsay."
My breath catches in my throat. I… um… "We're in the car.Mycar."
"I won't touch you while I'mdriving."
"Oh." My voice is more disappointed than I mean it to be. The man is driving. He's skilled, yeah, but I'm not sure I want to test his ability to drive while gettingmeoff.
He chuckles. "You want me to touchyou,baby?"
"Yes."
"Thisfirst."
I press my lips together. This first. Whateverthisis, I want it coming first. I want it pushing all the ugly thoughts out ofmyhead.
"Take off yourpanties."
"Here?"
"Here."
"Uh…" I reach for the hem of my dress. My eyes catch a passing car. I can see the driver's t-shirt, his jeans, his friend in thepassengerseat.
Which means other people willseeme.
But Ineedthis.
I lift my hips to slide my panties to my knees. They fall to my ankles and collect atmyfeet.
"Spread your legs," heorders.
God help me, I do. I can't believe how willing I am to give myself to him when he uses thatdemandingtone.
No, it's more thanwilling.
Ineedit.
Craveit.
Mal drags his fingertips up the inside of my thigh. "Touchyourself."
"What?"
"Youheardme."
"I…" Uh… here? Now? In the car where anyone canseeus?
"Lacey…" Mal plays with the hem of my dress. "Don't make me asktwice."
