Page 95 of Guarding Grace
CHAPTER 21
Grace
I lookedover at my new boyfriend as we drove behind Winston toward Terry’s apartment. The square cut of Terry’s jaw, the stubble, the wide shoulders and brawny arms filling out the black leather flight jacket… Yes, Marci had been right. Terry was as masculine as they came.
Best of all, he was mine, my boyfriend. I loved giving him that label. If he could claim me, I could claim him. Fair was fair.
Terry felt the shooting had raised the danger level a few notches and decided he needed help guarding me, so Winston had joined us in the afternoon. However, Terry had vetoed the idea of Winston staying in the apartment with us. Instead, he was going to be street-level security tonight. The big ex-FBI agent had merely shrugged, as if staying up all night in a car on the street was a normal assignment.
“Are you hungry?” Terry asked as Winston pulled to the curb ahead of us outside the gym Terry lived above.
“Sure am.” I gave my man a knowing smirk, but he wasn’t looking my way and probably thought I was talking about food. All afternoon, I’d had something else entirely on my mind. Ever since he’d suggested it, I hadn’t been able to get the idea of Terry stripping me naked on my desk out of my head.
Sure, the decision to not attempt it with all my employees just on theother side of the door was a logical one. But that didn’t stop me from squirming in my chair all afternoon fantasizing about it.
I used to stay completely focused at work, but Terry had upended everything, and this afternoon, nothing I’d done to put him out of my mind had worked. I had never considered myself a risk taker, but the thought of attempting something so taboo as office sex gave me an unexpected thrill. Twice I almost called Terry in to try out the fantasy.
Inside the garage, Terry parked the Porsche and took my hand after he shut down the engine. “You’ll be safe here tonight.”
Meeting his eyes, I squeezed his hand. “I know.” Why was it that every time we touched, I felt a zing of excitement? Maybe Terry was some kind of a male-pheromone factory. Then I could call my response logical.
He released me and hit the button to close the garage door. We were finally alone.
As I opened my door and got out, safety was the last thing on my mind. “You know what I’m hungry for?”
“Chinese?” he asked as he climbed out and shut his door.
Clueless.I moved to the front of the car and patted the hood. “I think we should start working on that list you’ve been making.”
Hungry eyes devoured me as he strode my way. “I like the way you think, Kitten.” A second later, he lifted me and set my butt down on the hood.
I hiked my skirt, spread my legs, and pulled him close. I quickly had second thoughts. “This isn’t going to work.”
He’d started to attack the buttons of my blouse. “Sure it is. You just lie back and let me do all the work.”
“Stop.” I pushed at his shoulders. “It’s too hot. The engine’s too hot.” It had taken a few seconds to register the amount of heat coming through the hood of the car.
Laughing, he quickly lifted me off. “I guess we’ll save this for later.” He grabbed my thighs and lifted me until I was nose to nose with him. “Hot ass is right. I may have to strip you down and check for burns.”
“So now you want to play doctor?” It wasn’t as funny as it sounded. My backside was on fire. It hadn’t helped that my thong didn’t give me any insulation back there.
“It will be cooler in an hour or two.”
“Are you sure you want to wait that long?” I certainly didn’t seal my mouth over his to express myself.
He growled into my mouth as the kiss replicated the last one we’d had.
I came up for air first. “Are we going to stay here all day, or go upstairs and get busy?”
A smile formed on his handsome face as he looked to the side. “I have a better idea.”
“The backseat of the Mustang?” I guessed.
“I thought we were going for adventurous here? Everybody has sex in the backseat of a car.” He waddled with me clinging to him. “You’ve got me hard as steel. You know that, right?”
I nodded. “And I’m wet as a river for you.”
He set me down by the motorcycle.
