Hot and Sexy (Some Like It Hot 1)

After nearly five hours on the road with only one bathroom stop and one measly breakfast sandwich to hold him over until his next meal, his stomach was beginning to growl for food. “I am starting to get a little hungry for lunch,” he admitted.

“You’re like a bottomless pit,” she teased, and spared a quick look at the navigation system and the map outlining the route home and the stops in between. “Can you hang in there for another hour and a half when we stop to fill up with gas in Medford? I’d really like to make it that far and take care of everything in one stop.”

The woman was a relentless driver, pushing for maximum miles in one stretch. Then again, her penchant for speed was to his benefit; the sooner they arrived in San Francisco, the quicker his identity would become his again.

“The longer you make me wait, the more it’s gonna cost you,” he said, reminding her of his ravenous appetite last night.

Her laughter filled the interior of the vehicle. “I can afford it.” She hooked her thumb toward the back of the vehicle. “In the meantime, there are some snacks in a plastic bag behind your seat to hold you over, along with those bottled waters we put on ice before leaving the motel.”

Reaching behind his seat, he managed to retrieve the bag she’d mentioned and a bottled water, which he tucked into the drink holder in the center console. Then he rummaged through the contents of the sack and inventoried the variety of junk food.

“Chocolate, chocolate, and more chocolate,” he said, finding a common theme among the munchies she’d brought along on her trip. “Jeez, Jo, your snack habits are atrocious.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re beginning to sound like my brother, Cole. I’ve been listening to him nag at me about my preference of snacks since I was a teenager.”

He pulled out three kinds of cookies: chocolate chip, chocolate-striped shortbread, and chocolate-covered graham crackers. “Obviously, he had every right to nag,” he said wryly.

She took her gaze off the road for a moment to crinkle her adorable nose at him. “Judging by wh

at you ate last night, you’re certainly not a health food nut yourself.”

“No, but my meals consist of more than just chocolate.”

“And chocolate is a daily part of my diet,” she stated with mock seriousness. “So hand over the chocolate shortbread and no one will get hurt.”

He chuckled, enjoying the playful banter between them. “Those are the ones I wanted, so we’re gonna have to share.”

Beads of rain splattered the windshield, and she switched on the wipers to clear the front window. “You’re lucky I like you, or else you know there would be no contest over who’d get those cookies.”

Remembering the efficient way she’d wrestled him to the bed earlier that morning, he didn’t doubt her claim. “Now that could be fun, especially in such a small space.” He looked around the close quarters of the front seat of the truck and waggled his brows at her.

A becoming flush swept over her cheeks. “Hmm, and very cramped.”

“Cramped isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Makes for a tighter fit.” Tight, hot, and no doubt very, very exciting. Keeping the bag of shortbread cookies, he tossed the rest of the snacks behind the seat. “Ever fucked someone in a car before?”

She shook her head incredulously. “I thought we were talking about cookies.”

“We were, along with you wrestling me for them, which made me think of all the interesting kinds of positions two people could get into in a car, which made me think of having sex in a car.” Specifically, with her.

She arched a brow his way. “Have you?”

“I asked you first,” he drawled, not allowing her to turn the question back to him until he had her answer first.

Her fingers curled around the steering wheel, and she stared straight ahead as the wipers swished back and forth. “No, I’ve never gone all the way in a car before. Just foreplay stuff.” Finally, she slanted a curious look his way. “Have you?”

“I’ve made it as far as third base in the back seat of a car with my senior prom date, but never all the way,” he admitted with a grin. “But there’s a first time for everything, even having hot, dirty sex in a car, don’t you think?”

She inhaled deeply. Her chest rose and her taut nipples grazed the material of her blouse, confirming that the thought thrilled her as much as it did him. “I’m thinking we shouldn’t venture down that particular path,” she said in a practical tone.

Lifting his hand, he stroked his fingers down the side of her neck, loving the feel of her soft skin and the way his touch made her shiver. “Don’t discount anything between us, Jo,” he murmured huskily, meaningfully.

“I’m not discounting anything at all.” Her reply was candid and portentous, matching the sexy, brazen smile quirking the corner of her mouth. “I just meant that this probably isn’t the best conversation to have right now, considering the long drive ahead of us.”

He winked at her. “We could consider it verbal foreplay.”

She shifted restlessly in her seat, seemingly already hot and bothered by their discussion. “How about we save that arousing subject matter for another time, when I don’t have to concentrate on driving in the rain?” she suggested prudently. “Now hand over a cookie and a change of subject, please.”

Satisfied that she was fully, sensually aware of him, despite her request to temporarily end their sexy debate, he granted her wish. “Change of subject coming up, along with junk food.” He ripped open the bag of shortbread treats, and the scent of rich milk chocolate permeated the air. “How long have you been a bounty hunter?” he asked conversationally.