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It had taken every ounce of self-control he had last night to leave Bella. To not crawl back into her bed and slide into her body again. He’d taken her multiple times after their play at the table, after the play in the shower, but he wasn’t sated. The more he had her, the more he wanted her.
She’d been the forbidden fruit for years and still should be, but he couldn’t see right from wrong. Not yet. Not with the kind of steamy chemistry they had.
She was hot and giving and willing. She laughed and smiled and moaned.
Travis drove her as crazy as she drove him. He was pretty confident about that. Her reactions, her wetness, her craving for every ounce of his energy and every inch of his dick weren’t things she could fake.
Things might have started off with the idea of making a fantasy come true as down payment on car repairs but …
Several yards down the road, he pulled alongside Bella and leaned across the seat. He rolled the passenger window down. “Want a ride?”
She turned her head and he caught the smirk playing at her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing when she’d kept walking right on by the garage. “You offering?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“What kinda ride?” She twirled a strand of hair between her fingers and cocked her hip to the side. Travis laughed. So much for not playing coy.
The sunlight caught the gold highlights in the red and she looked like the Devil’s own plaything. Conservative outer layer, wicked underneath.
And like that, his dick hardened in his coveralls. “Whatever kind you think you might need.” She pouted and Travis ground his teeth together to keep from hauling her through the window.
“I’m not supposed to get into vehicles with strange men, especially ones with tattoos. You know, dangerous and all.”
He nodded as though he understood her dilemma. “That's a very good piece of advice, but I’m not just any strange man around these here parts.” He eyed her, assessing, and his gaze zeroed in on her chest. “I’ll, uh, make it worth your while.” He met her baby blues once again. She appeared to be contemplating, but he would bet his truck that her panties were wet.
“I only live down the road.”
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
“And what do you want in return?”
“Get in and we can discuss it.” Travis slid back and made room for her. She stepped up and settled in the seat with that same small smile flirting with her lips. He didn’t know for sure what she was thinking, but he had a pretty good idea what he’d like her thoughts to be.
“You have a good day?” she asked when he put the truck in gear and started down the road.
“I did. I’m sorry I wasn’t at the flower shop to get you.”
“You can make it up to me.”
“Oh can I? How’s that?”
“Drive. I’ll take care of everything else.”
“What happened to strange men with tattoos?”
She gave a wave with her hand. “Old news. You’re not strange and your tattoos are hot.”
She inched closer and pressed her hand between his legs. She did it so casual, so easy, as if she’d been doing it for years and it was now habit. But she hadn’t and it wasn’t. It was new and exciting. To most in town, playing in the truck or anywhere except behind closed doors was a no-no. He didn’t give a shit though. He wanted to give her whatever she wanted as long as she kept touching him.
Then she lowered her head to his lap and Travis’ foot came off the gas pedal so quick the truck jolted forward. “Sorry,” he mumbled and tried to regain his composure even as she chuckled. The cotton of his coveralls and boxer briefs provided little protection when it came to the scorching heat of her mouth.
He’d changed clothes yesterday before picking her up, but hadn’t had the chance today. Her fingers found the zipper at the neck and pulled. He was going to be half naked by the time she got to his cock, but it wasn’t as if he was going to protest. He wanted her mouth on him and he would do whatever he had to do to get it. Even if that meant being stripped naked to his ass in his truck.
“Now, you have to make sure you get me home safe and sound. I’ll pay for the ride, but if it’s not a smooth one …”
She left the words dangling between them. Good God, she was hell on him. He thought he’d be the one with the upper hand, but he’d thought wrong. If he expected her to be meek or grateful, he’d been wrong about that too. She was bold and unashamed of her playful sexual nature.
He had no idea what he’d be unleashing by going in search of the Bella he’d heard so much about.
