A Forever Kind of Love (Kinds of Love 1)

He smiled. “There is just one more thing I need you to test out for me.”

“What's that?” she asked. There were certainly enough cup holders, and everything looked like it was the perfect family vehicle.

“Come to the backseat,” he said, opening up her door and helping her out. He opened the passenger door and helped her in. She slid easily along the leather backseat, and he followed her in.

“What am I testing for?” she asked, looking around. The backseat had a good amount of legroom and was comfortable, but it was exactly what she expected out of a backseat.

“This,” he replied, catching her chin in his fingers and kissing her. He covered her mouth with his, slipping his tongue in at just the right moment to make her gasp. Desire filled her fast and strong. Her hand moved to tangle in his soft hair, wanting more of his kiss.

He chuckled, the sound low and sensual. With an easy grace, he twisted and reached for her leg, pulling her across his lap, so she straddled him. She pulled back, surprised with how easy the motion was.

“You've done this before, haven't you?” she asked, her voice light.

“What, made out in the backseat of a car?” He grinned. “Maybe once or twice. But never with a girl this pretty.”

He reached up and stroked her cheek, making her smile.

“I'm sure you say that to all the girls,” she murmured, leaning forward and kissing him.

He took a small kiss before shaking his head. “Nope, not all the girls. Just you.”

Then he curled his hand around the back of her neck and drew her to him. Nothing could have stopped her from kissing him now. She moaned softly, swaying toward him, wanting much more than just a kiss.

She rocked her hips against him, feeling him harden beneath her. The idea that she could turn him on so completely with just a kiss and a hip rock made her feel powerful and sexy as hell. She rolled her hips again, loving how he rose to meet her and the low, lustful groan that escaped his perfect mouth.

“Do that again,” he begged, his hands going to her hips. She rolled her body, pressing her hips to his and watching his eyes dilate with pleasure. “Don't stop.”

She kept rocking herself against the growing pressure in his jeans. It felt amazing, even through her pants. She was already thinking of ways to get them off.

She slid her hands under his shirt and slid them up along his muscular chest. She loved the strength she found there. He was firm and hard in all the right places as she coaxed his t-shirt up and over his head.

His arms were still in the t-shirt as it came up over his mouth. She held him there, arms tangled in the sleeves and blindfolded by his own clothing. He grinned with that sensual mouth of his, and she took the opportunity to kiss him.

He let her kiss him, gyrating his hips to the tempo of her kiss for a moment before freeing himself of the t-shirt. He tossed it on the seat next to him and looked up at her with those beautiful blue eyes that did her in every time.

With their eyes locked, he reached forward and undid the top button of her dress shirt. She didn't plan the low gasp of desire that escaped her, but she did love the way it made Carter grin. He undid another button.

She tipped her head back, closing her eyes and focusing on the sensation only to bump her head on the roof of the car.

“Ouch,” she whispered, sitting back up and rubbing the back of her head. She chuckled and looked at the designer of the car. “There's something for you to fix.”

“Raise the roof,” he replied. “I'll put in on the list. I'm sure it will be a major selling point.”

She chuckled, leaning forward to kiss him again. He felt so good against her body. Everything about him felt good. She let her body take control.

He undid another button, and she shivered with desire. She loved how he teased her. She loved everything about him.

He reached for the last button on her shirt when the knock came. Mia pressed her open shirt up against his chest as they both froze in their compromising position. The knock came again. Mia couldn't see who it was because they'd steamed up the windows.

“Mr. Williamson?” Brian's voice called out. “You asked me to notify you when the director of marketing was available. He's on the line.”

Carter's made a bitter face. “So, of course, he's available now,” he said quietly. He cleared his throat and raised his voice. “Thank you, Brian. Give me a second.”

“I'm guessing it's important that you make this call,” Mia said, still pressed up against him. She pulled back slightly to look at him better, making sure not to bump her head on the car ceiling.

Carter nodded. “It is. He was supposed to be busy for another hour.”

“It's okay,” Mia promised. She kissed his nose. “Take care of business, and I'll wait here.”