Page 14 of Glacial Mountain Man
"What?"
"Get in the back seat."
"Here? In the grocery store parking lot?"
"There's a service road about half a mile back. Nice and private." He stepped closer, crowding me against the SUV. "What do you say, Mrs. Williams? Want to make some new memories before we make Thanksgiving dinner?"
The way he said my married name still sent heat racing through me. I glanced around the parking lot, then back at his dark eyes.
"Drive," I said.
Seconds later, the engine rumbled to life, and I climbed into the back seat, my pulse already thrumming. I slid down the middle seat to turn the back row into bench setting, grateful we’d moved the kids’ boosters to my mom’s car when we dropped them off—just in case they had to go somewhere.
Tank’s fingers flexed around the steering wheel as he pulled out of the parking lot, his gaze flicking to the rearview mirror every few seconds like he couldn’t stand not looking. Settling into my seat, I considered the seatbelt, but that would get in the way of what I wanted to do. It was a short drive. I’d live on the edge for a few minutes.
I held Tank’s stare in the reflection as I slowly peeled off my sweater, letting it drop beside me. His jaw tightened, but he kept driving, his knuckles whitening around the wheel.
"Like what you see?" I teased, unhooking my bra with deliberate slowness.
A low growl escaped him as the fabric fell away, baring my breasts to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, Candace."
I smirked, trailing my fingers down my stomach before popping the button on my jeans. His breath hitched when I shimmied out of them, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
"Eyes on the road, Tank," I said, though I knew he couldn’t resist looking.
He swallowed hard, his grip on the wheel tightening as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. His nostrils flared when I let them drop to the floor, completely naked now, sprawled across the back seat just for him.
"Almost there," he gritted out, his voice rough with restraint.
I arched my back slightly, letting him see everything in the mirror—the way my nipples tightened under his gaze, the flush spreading down my chest. "Take your time," I purred, dragging a hand up my thigh. "I’m not going anywhere."
His foot pressed harder on the gas.
He finally turned onto the secluded service road. The SUV barely came to a stop before he was out of the driver’s seat and yanking the back door open.
"You’re fucking killing me," he growled, climbing in with me.
I laughed as he hauled me against him, his hands already everywhere—cupping my breasts, sliding down my hips, gripping my thighs to spread them open for him.
"You’re the one who told me to get in the back," I gasped as his mouth found my neck.
"Best damn decision I ever made."
His mouth was hot and demanding, kissing me like he needed my mouth on his to breathe. I arched against him, my fingers already working at his belt, tugging it free before slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans. He groaned when I wrappedmy hand around him, stroking slowly, relishing the way his hips jerked into my touch.
“Fuck,” he muttered, forehead dropping to my shoulder.
I smiled, shifting lower, pressing him back against the seat. “Let me take care of you.”
His grip tightened in my hair as I moved down his body, trailing kisses along his stomach before taking him into my mouth. He cursed again, his thighs tensing beneath me, his breath coming rough and uneven. I loved this—the way he lost control when I touched him, the way his voice broke when I swirled my tongue just right.
“Candace—” His fingers flexed, not pushing, just holding on. “Baby, if you keep doing that?—”
I pulled back just enough to glance up at him through my lashes. “Then what?”
He exhaled sharply, his gaze dark. “Then I won’t last.”
I hummed, pleased, before taking him deep again. His hips lifted off the seat, his groan vibrating through me, and I dragged it out, slow and torturous, until he finally tugged me up with a growl.
