This was certainly a day for revelation.
His mouth curved into the faintest smile, and he pressed the gas when the light switched to green. “You won’t regret it.” This was a statement, not a question.
“I know I won’t.”
Jake drew in a sharp breath. “You are a constant surprise.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Very much a good thing,” he murmured. “Come here.”
She frowned, waved at the console between them. “How?”
With a flick of his wrist he tugged on a strap and the console went up, turning it into a bench seat. He patted the empty space next to him. “Sit closer to me.”
Without a word she undid her seatbelt and slid across the seat, nestling herself next to him. She pulled the lap belt across her front and clicked it into the latch, her arm bumping against his. His hand rested on top of her knee, pushing aside the hem of her dress so he could touch her bare flesh.
Her knee jumped at the contact, making him chuckle.
“Your skin is so soft.” He kept his voice pitched low as he stroked her, innocent touches above her knee though she knew his intentions were anything but innocent. Staring straight ahead, he kept his gaze locked on the road, turning with ease onto the ramp that led to the freeway.
As he merged onto the interstate he continued to touch her, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, his fingers tickling her skin. She grabbed his wrist, stopping his ascent and he sent her a questioning look.
“You’re driving,” she explained, ignoring the breathless quality of her voice. “Maybe we should wait.” She didn’t want to wait. She was just being…prudent.
His hand slid up farther, despite her hold on his wrist. It was almost as if she was guiding him to the very heart of her. Which maybe—unconsciously—she was. “Just seeing if you have any panties on under there.”
“Of course I have panties on.” She was shocked at his statement, at the bold move he made. Shocked and aroused because wouldn’t it be fun to wear a dress with no panties on and let him discover on his own when his hands dived beneath her skirt?
She shivered at the delicious thought.
“Hmm, I’m not surprised. Cotton or lace? Or maybe satin?”
His questions as he continued to drive drove her a little crazy. He behaved as if nothing unusual was happening. “Cotton and lace.”
A ragged sigh escaped him and his fingers tickled at the front of her mound. She immediately spread her legs to give him better access. “There’s a good girl,” he encouraged, his hand cupping her fully now.
Her fingers still clasped about his strong wrist, she tugged up, pressing him against her, indicating what she wanted. A low growl of approval sounded from deep within him as he followed her lead. He stroked the front of her drenched panties, his middle finger pressing hard at her clit. Her lids slid closed, and she leaned her head back against the edge of the seat, her entire being focused on that singular spot where he touched her.
As he drove. On the busy freeway in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. It was sinful, what he was doing to her.
And she didn’t want him to stop.
Her skin tingled as his fingers brushed back and forth. Her clit swelled and throbbed, eager for more. She stroked the inside of his wrist with her thumb, wanting him to know that she enjoyed his touch and then his fingers were fumbling with the waistband of her panties. Diving beneath the thin cotton fabric so he could touch her pussy.
“God,” she groaned when his fingers made contact, tangling in her delicate pubic hair.
“So hot,” he whispered, and her eyes opened quickly to find his gaze still locked on the road. “I bet you’re close, aren’t you?”
Mia whimpered and closed her eyes once more, too overcome to speak. He brushed against her clit with his thumb, his fingers sliding between her wet folds and her legs fell open even more, her knee bumping into his.
“Stay just like that, babe,” he encouraged, his pace increasing, a single finger circling about her clit. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”
She liked his promises. Because she knew he meant to keep them. Her entire body was wound tight, her clit a hard, throbbing little mass of flesh, and she jerked and strained against his touch. The slick sounds of his fingers moving inside her wet pussy filled the cab of the truck, and she opened her eyes. Grabbed at the fabric of her skirt and lifted it to her waist so she could watch him touch her.
And what an arousing sight it was, his big hand moving beneath the scant pale pink fabric of her panties. He ground his palm against her, slid a finger deep inside her sheath and she cried out at the sensation.
“Like that?” he asked, looking for encouragement from her and she nodded quickly with a murmured yes, her grip on him tightening. He moved faster, played with her clit and she closed her eyes again, too lost to his touch.