Page 79 of Crush
Brynn stretched, running her hands over the taut leather of her seat, and gave a tiny but satisfied moan. “Have I ever told you how much I love this car?”
I chuckled. “No, actually, you haven't.”
“Well, I do.” Her hands glided over the pristine dash. “I feel so ridiculously fancy in this thing. Is it wrong to say a car feelssexy?It sounds wrong, but that's how it makes me feel.”
“That's not wrong at all.” I glanced at her, admiring her form. “But if you ask me,youmake it look sexy.”
She choked back a groan. “Oh, stop it, cheese ball.”
“I'm serious—you do. And I always knew you'd like it, which was why I tried to give you a ride home in it after our interview.”
She let loose with laughter. “I knew it. Iknewit.”
“You did?”
“Yes!”
I grinned. “What'd you think?”
“That you had some serious Dad-level game.”
“Dad-level game?” I repeated. “What's that? Is that good or bad?”
She stifled an amused laugh. “It's not quite either.”
“I don't get it …”
“Your attempts at flirting are sort of hopelessly lost, but also very cute and sort of endearing.”
I grumbled. “Great.”
Now I wasreallygrowing hot under the collar. I shifted in my seat, thinking to myself,I never should've admitted that. She thinks I'm a klutz, good to know.
She rubbed my shoulder. “Don't clam up on me now. Really, I think you're sweet.”
“A sweet guy with hopeless Dad-game,” I muttered.
“Yeah, but you stepped your Dad-game up big time when it mattered,” she said with a sudden flirtatious note in her voice.
“Hm?” I glanced at her. Her eyes were small slits, sparkling and wild.
“In the cab, after the gala? Remember?”
I smiled. “Of course I remember.”
“The way you put your big hands all over me? The way you just went for it and kissed me?” The cab grew silent, the air between us tense and charged. “God, just thinking about it makes me … well … you know.”
Brynn crossed her legs and gave the quietest moan under her breath. Her sounds were irresistible to me—all I could think about was being between her legs. My cock began to thicken and inch down my thigh.
But we'd reached our destination, and I pulled into the parking lot.
“Aaaand, here we are.” I killed the engine. “Target.”
Brynn burst out laughing. “Andthat,Shea, is the ultimate in Dad-game.”
I leaned over the center console and stole her full lips for a deep, but brief, kiss. I wanted to leave her wanting.
“Iampretty hopeless, aren't I?” I joked as I pulled away.
