Taking the Heat (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 3)
“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry, but they’re right there!” He gestured toward her nipples, then forced his hand down when he realized that probably wasn’t her point.
She spun and started down the trail, not looking at the climbers as she passed them. Gabe grimaced and hurried to catch up. He really should have kept his eyes above her neck. Especially when she was maybe justifiably angry.
“I’m sorry, Veronica. Really.” The trail widened and he jogged to get even with her.
She shrugged. “Yeah, well. I guess I was pretty amazing.”
“Climbing? Hell, yes, you were.”
“And maybe my breasts are too pretty to resist.”
A heartbeat passed before he realized that the corners of her mouth were tight because she was trying to hide a smile. “Are you screwing with me?”
Her grin was wicked. “Only a little. But you really should have told me about the top roping.”
“I still would’ve talked you into a real climb.”
“Maybe. But since you didn’t ask, you’ll have to make it up to me.”
Lust dropped into his blood with just that one flirtatious sentence. Oh, he was going to make it up to her, all right.
Thank God he’d brought her to the one climb that was close to town. He couldn’t bear a long hike and an even longer drive before he got her alone. He wanted her naked and in his shower right now. She could sip from a drink while he slid soap all over her body. She could soak in the tub while he stroked her cunt. Anything she wanted, just soon.
She got into his truck and crossed her arms tight, smiling at the road as he pulled onto the highway toward town. Gabe’s phone beeped, and he glanced down to see that his dad had sent a text. Shit. He flipped the phone over before she could see it. If she asked about his father, Gabe would have to explain a lot of things that he didn’t want to talk about today. Or tomorrow.
Maybe he could make her understand. They weren’t strangers anymore. They shared secrets and pleasure and trust.
He rolled his shoulders and tried to set the idea aside. He owed her something good tonight; he’d think about all this other shit some other time.
“Do you want to grab something to eat?” he asked.
“Drinks. Shower. Orgasm,” she replied. “I don’t have time for food.”
“Maybe we could order a pizza later?” he suggested.
“That sounds perfect. You’re really good at this whole seduction thing.”
“Hmm.” He shot her a doubtful look, trying to cover that he’d felt a shock of guilt at her words. “I’m not sure it can be called a seduction when I’m being ordered to sex you up.”
“Right. Just shut up and drive.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with complete enthusiasm. “Anything new you want to learn tonight?”
He glanced over just in time to catch the blush that stole over her cheeks. She didn’t look at him. Her crossed arms tightened against her chest. “I want to suck your cock again,” she said.
Gabe nearly groaned. His foot pressed more firmly to the accelerator.
“Other than that,” she said softly, “I’ll leave it up to you.”
His hands went a little numb on the steering wheel, so he forced himself to loosen his grip. He was hard as a rock already. “I want you to suck my cock,” he said, lust shooting through him as he said vulgar words to this sweet girl. “And then I want you on top of me. I want to watch you ride me.”
She drew a deep breath before she nodded. “Yes. I’ll do that.”
He rolled his shoulders again, trying to get control of his body. They’d be in town in five minutes and at his place in ten. He couldn’t get out of the car this way, not at four in the afternoon.
He wasn’t sure what it was about her that turned him on like crazy. It wasn’t her inexperience. He didn’t give a shit about that kind of thing. Maybe it was her enthusiasm. Her strange mix of self-consciousness and knowledge. It made him want to show her every wicked thing. To watch her lick her lips in anticipation even as her face turned pink.
His line of thought wasn’t helping. He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. Veronica glanced at him, mouth curving into a naughty smile.