Page 45 of Five Minute Man
If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn her rugged alpha male blushed, causing her heart to stutter-step over a few beats.
She reached out and put her hand over his. “But, just so you know, I’m not the Penelope Pitstop damsel-in-distress type.”
The corners of his lips quirked. “I know. But a guy likes to feel needed.”
Holly’s gentle smile grew into a wicked grin. “Well, it just so happens there is something I could use your help with.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
Holly crooked her finger to draw him closer. “First,” she whispered, “you can give me a ride home. Then”—she paused, running her tongue along her bottom lip sensuously—“you cangive me a ride.”
Oh, hell yes!Holly thought as Adam immediately signaled for the waitress, scraped the remains of the burgers and fries into a take-home box for Max, and practically dragged Holly out of the diner. They made it as far as his truck before he pushed her up against it and claimed her mouth in a womb-clenching kiss.
“Do you have any idea what your dirty little mouth does to me?” he ground out as he pressed the hard proof of his arousal into her soft belly.
“Dirty little mouth?” She chuckled seductively. “Baby, I write erotic romance for a living. I can do a hell of a lot better than that.” She pulled Adam down then whispered dialogue from a scene she had been writing only that morning.
Because she was a firm believer that talk alone was cheap, she then slid her hand down between them and discreetly cupped him as she whispered, feeling him grow even longer and thicker beneath her palm.
Adam shuddered and made a kind of strangled sound in his throat. Then he unceremoniously unlocked the truck and all but tossed her up into the seat.
“Woman, you have no idea what you have just done.”
Neither one of them noticed the dark BMW sedan parked in the shadows.
