Page 43 of Our Long Days
“Nope.” I pop thep,smiling angelically.
He shakes his head, cursing under his breath. The hairs on my arms stand to attention when he leans over me. “Turn the ignition and keep it in neutral.”
A rumble vibrates under my feet, tickling my arms and legsas the engine purrs to life. A few more instructions, and then it’s over to me.
“Foot down. Now into first. Good. Now,slowlyease off the clutch until you feel it kick a little. That’s it—” We jolt forward before our heads slam back into seats as the engine cuts off.
“What did I do?” My hands hover in the air, afraid to touch anything.
His smile is reassuring. “Nothing. You stalled is all. It happens. Now, try again.”
It takes four more tries until the truck eases forward, crunching over the gravel.
“Oh my days, I’m driving. I’m frigging driving! Are you seeing this?” I shout, unable to peel my eyes off the dirt road.
“I’m seeing it.” His voice is thick with something. I risk a glance in his direction and almost swerve. Streaks of sunshine break through his stormy gray irises, shining bright with pride. There’s no other word for it.
Dex is proud of me.
He lunges forward, dragging me from my daze as he adjusts the wheel, narrowly avoiding a ravine.
My foot slams on the break, jerking us backward again.
“Oops.”
It’s his fault, really. He shouldn’t turn up at my door, doing outrageously sweet things and looking at me so intensely, it sends shivers down my spine.
“You’re going to put me in an early grave.” He doesn’t budge, still in my space, arm draped in front of me.
“Maybe the elderly shouldn’t partake in dangerous tasks.”
“Brat.” A vacuum sucks all the air from the cab. Vivid flashbacks of our night together barrel into me. It’s not just his stern tone, but his smoldering eyes.
Large fingers curl around my waist, hoisting my hips higher while my face remains pressed into the gray comforter.
“That’s it. Stay right there,” Dex mumbles and runs his rough palm up the length of my spine.
My entire body tingles at his appreciative tone.
He sucks in a breath when I wiggle my hips, and I feel the burn of his gaze on my bare ass. I raise my head and tuck my chin over my shoulder, aiming my devious smirk his way.
His eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”
I shrug. “Whatever I want.”
He barks a laugh. “Is that so?”
On his knees, he shuffles forward, and his hot length bobs between the apex of my thighs. He nudges the tip at my entrance. I’m sore from our first round, though that’s not going to stop me.
I flip onto my back, legs spread, propped up on my elbows. This new position leaves him looming over me, his presence intense and domineering.
“Should’ve known you wouldn’t behave,” he gruffs. “Such a brat.”
My stomach somersaults, core clenching.
He notices my reaction. “You like that? Being my little brat?”
Swallowing, I attempt to slow my heartbeat. “It’s new.”
