Breaking away first, he stared at her, his breath coming in rapid bursts, much like hers. The car, the parking lot was eerily quiet. The only sound their mingled ragged breathing, the windows fogged with condensation generated by their body heat.
Janelle wanted him, wanted this. Was ready for him to take her back to his place, her place, wherever, so they could spend the rest of the night in bed. Naked and tangled in the sheets, exploring each other’s bodies…
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“We let this continue, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hold back,” he finally said, his voice hoarse.
“Me too,” she admitted, liking the fact that she made him feel so out of control.
“I don’t want the first time I fuck you to be in the back seat of my car.”
Moving away from her, he blew out a labored breath, pushing his hair away from his forehead. He then put the gear into reverse and looked over his shoulder, backing the car out of its spot with ease.
“It would probably be uncomfortable.” Oh, God she sounded so stupid.
She curled her hands into her lap, clutching them tight. If she didn’t, she’d probably reach for him again, and she didn’t want to attack him while he drove.
What if they got into an accident?
That thought made her giggle, she couldn’t help it, and he noticed. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head, snapping her seatbelt into place as he pulled out onto the street. “I feel giddy.”
She probably shouldn’t have said that. What if it made him uncomfortable? What if he thought she was overreacting?
She probably was. This was nothing more than a quick one off. A little bit of fun in the sack to ease the tension of the situation the both of them were now involved in together.
Who wouldn’t be horny for each other after that experience in the club?
“You’re thinking too hard.” His deep voice startled her from her thoughts. “You need to follow your own advice.”
“What advice?” She had no idea what he was talking about.
“What you told me earlier. Don’t think. Just do it.”
He smiled, reaching out to rest his wide palm against her bared thigh. Sure fingers stroked her skin and she parted her legs, wishing he would stroke her in an even more intimate place.
“Like Nike? Just do it?” Her body tensed in anticipation, watching those long fingers crawl up her thigh. Breath locked in her throat, she pressed her lips together, waiting, hanging on the edge.
“Yeah, like Nike.” His voice had softened, rumbling deep from his chest and her skin tingled at the sound.
Everything about him turned her on. From the way he smelled to the way he sounded to the way he felt. And especially the way he made her feel. Once she had him naked, she might go into sensory overload.
She didn’t know if she’d be able to take it.
And then his hand was gone, both of them locked firmly around the steering wheel as he stared straight ahead, driving with overly fierce concentration.
Janelle slumped in her seat, her drenched sex clenching with need, her frustration mounting. The man had just teased her unmercifully.
And heaven helped her she’d loved every minute of it.
Chapter Five
Nate’s condo was nice but sparsely furnished. It looked like he didn’t spend a lot of time there. Janelle had a feeling if she glanced in his refrigerator, it would have a couple of beers, various condiments and maybe an old take out box inside—and that was it.
“Yeah, it’s kind of a shit hole. I’m not home often especially these last couple of months.” He stashed a rumpled sweatshirt he found lying on the couch behind it, a chagrined expression on his face. She found it endearing, his trying to impress her with his place.
Really, she didn’t care. She was more interested in heading straight for the bedroom and unwrapping what was surely a delectable body hiding beneath his clothes.