Page 16 of Missing Justice
“You take good care of it.”
At the end of the block, he braked for the stop sign and looked over at Taylor, holding her gaze for a long second and his body temperature spiked.Is it hot in here?Goddamn, he needed to turn up that self-installed air conditioning. He’d never had sex in this car. Hadn’t even considered it. The logistics alone might be tough, but Taylor? She might drive him to try it. “There’s something you should know,” he said.
“What’s that?”
“I take care of everything I love.”
The car behind him honked, but he kept his gaze locked on Taylor as he ran one finger down her cheek and that was a mistake. A big one. Between the heat and his hands on her, the little man between his legs stirred. Damn, she made him nuts.
She leaned over, slid her hand over his thigh and smiled. “Mmm, mmm, mmmm. Youaregood.”
“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Spotting something over his shoulder, her eyes popped wide just as her hand reached his inner thigh and he knew the excitement lighting her face had zero to do with his expanding dick. She lifted her hand away—his rotten luck—and poked her finger at his window. “There it is!”
Half a block down sat a bright yellow truck with a giant red flower on it. “Yep. That’s it.”
He cruised the block and parked at the curb. Before he could make some—er—adjustments to compensate for the bulge in his jeans, she’d hopped out, not even giving him a shot at getting the door for her. Always in a hurry, this one.
He checked the door lock and met her at the front of the car. “Next time, I’ll get the door for you. Give me that at least.”
The corner of her mouth quirked. “Are we on a date now?”
“Do we have to be for me to use manners? Next time, I’ll get the door.”
He wasn’t a caveman. Not by a long shot. In fact, he had no issues listening to women or taking orders from them. Hell, his bosses were both women. Certain things, however, in Matt’s opinion, and that of his mother and father, made a man a man. Opening doors for women was one of them. And he refused to engage in a debate about it.
To drive that point home, he slid his arm around her waist and guided her across the street before she could argue.
The lack of cars didn’t make for hazardous conditions, but touching her would never be a hardship and as they stepped up on the curb his mind flashed to the night before. An image of her, flat on her back, naked as a jaybird as he ran his hands over her body, his nicked up fingers sliding across her smooth, creamy skin, filled his mind. He looked over at her and took in the perfect curve of her cheek and the fullness of her wicked mouth that drove him insane all night. For many reasons.
“What?” Taylor said, casually wiping her lips. “Lipstick smear? Why are you staring?”
“Other than I think you’re beautiful?”
At that, she blinked a couple of times, but stayed quiet. Dumbstruck apparently.
“Matt, I—”
“Hey, y’all,” A plump woman—Peggy—said from inside the truck. She eyed him a second. “You’re back. It’s been awhile, Matt. Nice to see you.”
Whatever Taylor was about to say would have to wait. The way it started out, he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear it anyway.
“Hi, Peggy,” he said. “I was in the area and craving your guac and bacon.”
“You got it.”
Taylor ordered the Muenster melt. With tomato. And soup. So much for not being hungry and the concern over food contamination.
One of the tables was already occupied by what looked like two moms and a couple of toddlers. The moms stopped talking and watched them make their way to the empty table beside theirs.
“Ladies,” he said, nodding at them and offering up a smile.
After settling in, Taylor leaned forward like she had a juicy secret. “The moms think you’re hot. They’ve been staring at you since we walked up.”
“How do you know they’re not staring at you?”
That shut her up.
