Page 335 of Small Town Firsts
How close to just pushing back my seat all the way and taking her right here, possible witnesses and potential public embarrassment be damned.
I was burning up for her. My clothes felt too tight. I needed to get out of this tie, this jacket, these freaking torture device pants.
And I needed to getinher. So deep that neither of us could think straight.
Not that we were now.
“Mmm. I think we can arrange—” She turned her head and gasped out a laugh.
Panting, half crosseyed, I turned my head and discovered my new cat sitting on the passenger seat, watching us unrepentantly.
“What the hell?” I tried to catch my breath, to resist her shiny nipple gleaming up at me. My lips were humming from just the feel of her.
Ryan tipped her head against mine. “Did you forget to latch the carrier?”
“No?”
“That doesn’t sound very certain. Did you head bonk your way out, Smoky?” Her hand shook a little as she held it out to the cat, who rubbed his head against her in a clearly adoring manner.
One I fully identified with, especially when she was seated on my lap. My damn zipper was about to bust.
“Smoky is a great name. Do you like it?” I asked the cat, and then I frowned and pretended I hadn’t.
Ryan’s laughter rumbled in her throat. “He’s probably hungry. Or has to pee.”
“We all have needs.”
“Don’t we just?” She arched a brow, clearly amused at me. She was recovering much faster than I was. “You have a setup at home?”
“What kind of setup? I have bathroom and kitchen facilities like everyone else.” As her mouth curved, I leaned back against the headrest and took another moment to look my fill at her breasts before covering them back up. The last thing I wanted was anyone to wander by and get a glimpse of her like this. “I blame blood loss.”
“You mean blood rerouting.” She rubbed against my painfully aroused cock. “So, about that fitting conversation...”
I grunted. “I need a damn litter box. And cat food. I wasn’t thinking. I’ve never been a parent before. Pet parent,” I added belatedly, but it was too late.
“You always surprise me, PMS.” Her expression softened beautifully in the fading sunlight. Her skin had the sexiest flush from the rasp of my whiskers, and her lips were puffy from mine. Her nipples were too.
Just the way I wanted them.
I brushed my thumb over her mouth. “I like seeing you swollen from me.”
She nipped the pad of my finger before she slid a glance down my body to where my erection was still doing a mighty fine job of trying to escape my trousers. “Same goes.”
Before I could say the words circling in my brain—how about we fuck like people who don’t work together—she let out a long sigh. “Let’s go to the pet store.”
“Really?”
“You have a better idea?”
“Define better.”
Her throat rose and fell on a quick swallow. “That was hot, but…”
“But?”
How was there still abutbetween us? All the many, many logical reasons aside.
Ones I was not considering at all. Not until I’d handled the situation that was causing my precipitous drop in IQ points.
