Page 94 of Play Me
I smirk as her gaze drops to my lap, and she realizes just how prepared I am to make good on my promise. Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock straining against my pants. Each breath causes her chest to rise and fall dramatically, and it’s all I have in me to keep the truck on the fucking road.
Parted lips. Dilated pupils. Touching her collarbone with her fingers.
Motherfucker.
I hold the steering wheel tightly so that I don’t accidentally reach for her. Knowing that she wants me even a fraction of how badly I want her is enough to drive me crazy. But like the saint I am not, I wait.
“Okay,” she says, sitting taller in the seat. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “You grew up here. You must know a spot we can go right now to fuck.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I slow down and turn the traction control off while piloting the truck to the side of the road. Then I crank the wheel and smash the gas, sending a rooster tail of gravel through the air as we spin in a one-eighty.
Astrid grips the door handle with one hand and my bicep with the other. Her squeals turn into a fit of giggles as I let out of it a little bit, and the truck straightens out on the road.
“Oh my God,” she says, laughing as she drags her hand away from my arm. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Taking you to get fucked.”
She falls back in her seat and exhales. “I can’t hear you say that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s been a long time. I’m in a bit of a drought, and you’re … you.”
I hook a right onto a dirt road with branches hanging over it. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“Good. Because I meant it as one.”
We travel into the pitch-black, far away from any streetlamps or porch lights. The lane gets bumpier the farther we get from the road, and the sky grows inkier and the stars more twinkly.
Astrid grabs the door handle once again as I steer us off the road and onto the soft earth.
“I’m taking a big risk here,” she says. “You could just as easily take me into the middle of nowhere and kill me for all I know.”
“You must really trust me, huh?”
She smiles. “Or I’m desperate. One or the other.”
The fact that it’s been a long time since she’s been with someone is mind-blowing, almost as mind-blowing as seeing her walk around town all night with my name splashed across her back. Astrid, the classy, intelligent, sexy-as-hell spitfire, garnered looks from every man in Sugar Creek and didn’t give one of them the time of day … except me.Kill me now. It’s been months since I’ve had sex. If she wants to talk about desperate,I’m desperate.
The truck’s engine roars as we reach our destination—the top of the highest hill around with a view for miles. Thanks to the bright moon hanging overhead, the view isn’t totally lost on Astrid.
“Oh wow,” she says, unbuckling herself. “Look at this. It’s the country version of the view from Renn’s office.”
I turn off the truck and smile at her sense of awe.
“Are you sure that no one will call the police on us for being up here?” she asks.
“Can’t you live on the dark side and not follow the rules just once?”
She frowns, her lips pressing together in the cutest little pout.
“I’m kidding,” I say. “No one’s going to call the police. I promise.”
“How do you know?”
I shake my head and climb out of the truck. “I know because the only person who’d call the cops is probably at home and in bed right now. But even that’s a mile or a mile and a quarter away from here.” I point across the treetops before opening the back door. “So I think we’re safe.”
