Page 40 of Avoiding Temptation
“How incredible it’ll be when I get to unwrap you from it later.”
Heat races between my thighs and I shift uncomfortably, a move he doesn’t miss.
“Motherfucker,” Joe breathes, his chest heaving. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I don’t get to reply, because the car behind us at the traffic lights beeps his horn. We both look forward to see what was the green light turned back to red.
“Whoops,” Joe says innocently. “He’d understand if he had you sitting beside him, distracting him.”
I really doubt that.
“You act like you never get compliments, which I find hard to believe.” Joe speeds up as we join the motorway, which thankfully means he’s unable to look my way.
“Believe it. I think I’ve had more from you in the past few weeks than I have in my entire life.”
His fingers wrap tighter around the wheel until his knuckles turn white, and when I glance at his body, every single muscle is pulled tight.
Reaching over, I place my hand on his forearm. “It’s okay. Relax. I’m not there right now. I’m here…with you.”
He blows out a breath and looks over at me quickly. His eyes show everything he’s trying to hold inside. My stomach drops. If he’s this angry just because of a lack of compliments, what’s he going to be like when he finds out the truth?
A shudder runs through me at the thought, and I push it away. This weekend, my time with Joe isn’t about any of that.
“Tell me more about you.” He swallows nervously, I assume thinking that I’m going to hit him with some heavy stuff. “Okay, so…cats or dogs?”
A smile lights up his face and the skin around his eyes crinkles with amusement as he barks out a laugh.
“Easy, dogs all the way.”
“Correct.”
“Oh, I didn’t realise this was a test, Miss Smith.”
Embarrassment colours my cheeks. “Sorry, habit.”
“Don’t apologise.” His hand sneaks over and rests high on my thigh. Its warmth and size feels too good to push away.
“Pop or hip hop?”
“Hip hop,” I say without even taking a breath.
“Really?”
“All day long.”
“Go on then, it’s all yours.” He nods towards his phone that’s sitting in a clasp thing attached to the air vents.
Leaning forward, I wake it up and am greeted by his passcode screen.
“Nine seven one two,” he rattles off without a second thought.
I stare at him as he focuses on where we’re going.
“What?” His eyes flick to me, and I can tell he wants to hold them but he’s unable to given his task at hand.
“You just gave me the code. That’s like…I don’t know. Serious.”
“You didn't bat an eyelid about spending the weekend with me but this you freak out about?” His chuckle of amusement warms me from the inside out.
