Page 24 of Recklessly You
I glance over my shoulder to where Sophie is standing and shake my head at my nosy cousin. “Just take Mom home. I need to give her a ride. She’s been drinking.”
She taps my nose with determination. “You don’t kiss women. You’ve never kissed a woman on the lips. She must mean something to you,” she whispers, her little brown puppy eyes gleaming in the light.
“You’re overthinking it, Rosita,” I say, using the nickname I’ve used since childhood.
She turns on her heels, gives me a knowing grin, and hooks my mom in her arms. I roll my eyes. Rosa’s more than a little cousin to me—she’s a sister. Always up in my business.
I stand behind Sophie, observing her as she huffs and puffs, hitting buttons on her phone.
“God, this would not happen in Manhattan. You would get a taxi at your feet within seconds.” She groans, still unaware of me watching her, a smirk on my face.
“I guess you’re right. No taxis here. Life is much different in California.”
Her head jolts up from her phone as she turns and scrutinizes me with an intense glare. “Why are you lurking there in the darkness like a weirdo?” She scowls, her steely blue eyes narrowing.
“I’m here to give you a lift.” I quickly downplay the situation, acting as if it’s no big deal.
“I’m good. Uber should be here in”—she looks at the time on her phone—“thirty minutes.”
I blow a hot breath of air. “Cancel it. Come on. Let’s go. It’s too cold to be waiting outside.”
She shakes her head stubbornly. “No, it’s fine.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. Damn, this woman is so fucking stubborn. “You’ve been drinking. It’s not safe for a woman to be in an Uber alone with a strange man.”
“What if the Uber driver is a woman?” she says matter-of-factly.
I roll my eyes at Miss Sassy-pants. “Is it?”
“No.”
“All right, then. Let’s go. My balls are fucking freezing, Sophie. Stop being so damned stubborn, or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder.”
She grumbles, pressing on her phone screen roughly. “Fine, but only because my tits are freezing.” She snickers with a grin as my gaze drops to her fantastic rack.
Yup, her round tits are pointing right at me.
Fuck me.
I open the passenger door to my ’67 Camaro, and Sophie hops right in. I rev the engine and crank up the heater. Sophie squirms and giggles at the vibration of the car. When she bites her lip and her legs clench, my dick twitches with an unmistakable need to grab her and sit her on my lap, to straddle her legs around me. Her eyes shine with the moonlight as she stares at my lips with need.
Yeah, baby, I want it too.
I reach over to grab the strap to buckle her in. Her potent scent intoxicates me. Cherries and coconut. Her breath heaves at my proximity. I let my lips skim her cheek.
Breathlessly, she grabs the seatbelt. “I-I can do it.”
I shake my head. “I got it, baby.” I smirk, knowing I got her where I want her. She wants more, and I’ll gladly give it to her when she stops thinking of her fuckhead ex.
* * *
I pullinto a local mom-and-pop coffee and bakery shop.
“Why are we stopping here?” Sophie’s eyelashes flutter, and her eyes go to the coffee shop, then turn to look at me.
“You need to sober up. We can get coffee and a pastry,” I drawl as I turn the engine off. I honestly don’t know why I brought her here. Sitting together and having a cup of coffee like lovers is not part of our agreement, but it feels wrong to drop her off at home alone while she’s intoxicated. Friends have coffee, right? Are we friends? I’d say yeah.
“Oh, I’m sober. You did a fine job barging into the women’s restroom, assaulting me.” Her eyes darken with lust. And that lust suggests she didn’t mind the bathroom barging as much as she wants me to think.
