Page 219 of Heresy

Moving out of the way, I nod my head toward it. “Go ahead. Take a look.”

Painted a shade of blue that matches Brinley’s eyes with a white stripe running down the side, the interior colors are the same.

There’s a curious sparkle in Brinley’s gaze, but after only a short moment of hesitation, she steps forward to open the driver’s door.

“Oh my god,” she breathes out. “This car is amazing.”

Just like I thought she would, Brinley bends over to climb inside and take a look around.

I won’t lie and claim I don’t take the opportunity to admire her heart-shaped ass, my dick coming to life to see it.

“Shane,” she says, her upper body in the car as she twists around to look in the back. “I would kill to drive something like this.”

That’s a good thing, I think. She wouldn’t be the woman for me if she didn’t feel that way.

“It’s yours,” I admit, but she doesn’t hear me over the music.

Priest had a coronary when I offered to buy the car off him. He’d wanted it himself after falling in love with another one we restored years ago. But after I upped the price to double what it’s worth, he gave in.

Stepping forward, I take possession of Brinley’s hips and press my body to hers. She almost hits the back of her head on the frame of the car in her rush to stand up straight.

I have no doubts in my head she just realized how much seeing her in that car turned me the hell on.

Leaning down to speak next to her ear again, I instruct her, “Climb in the back seat.”

She shakes her head at first, her cheeks blushing red.

Cocking a brow, I dare her to follow instructions.

“Here?” she asks, excitement and nervousness at war in her expression.

“It’s just us.”

She hesitates for a moment, looks around, but then she smiles and does as she’s told. I climb in after her, not giving a damn that I’ll spend several hours cleaning the mess I make out of the interior.

I waste no time running my hands up her calves and over her knees, hiking her skirt up to her waist as my fingers slide up her perfect thighs.

“Shane,” she complains, but I know that’s her modesty talking and not really what she wants.

Every so often, Brinley still attempts to hide from me, so I push her boundaries a little more. It’s my job to teach her that when it comes to us, there’s nothing that either of us can keep from each other.

Plus, I’m also an asshole, and I love watching her face when she’s pushed to do something that makes her uncomfortable.

Don’t ever think I’m hurting her, though. I’d lay down my life to protect her from anything that threatens her. Plus, Brinley never minds the push because I always make sure the new experience is enjoyable.

Then again, the girl is stubborn as a mule. I suspect if any person ever tried to force her to do something she didn’t really want to do, she’d switch into ninja mode and show them exactly what she thinks of it.

Kissing my way up the center of her chest, I grab the neckline of her dress then tug it down with my teeth. Her tits are freed of the cloth and the neckline pushes them up just enough for me to wrap my mouth over one. As soon as my tongue licks the nipple, it responds, a hard tip that I nip with my teeth just to hear Brinley squeal.

“Shane, damn it.”

Her body wiggles beneath me, turning me on even more.

“You’re getting me all dirty,” she laughs.

Freeing her tit from my mouth, I glance up at her and grin.

“Little one, when I’m done with you, it’ll take several showers to get you clean again.”

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