Walker lowers his mouth to my ear and nips my earlobe gently. “Babe, you just got a glimpse of what I’ve been dealing with for months. Anytime another man looks at you, I want to rip heads off.”
“Things like this make me wish I had a taser.”
This statement makes them laugh harder, and Walker’s hold tightens. “Can I take you home now?”
“Yes, but I need to do some work.”
“I’ll take care of it, Emi. That recording needs some editing or poor Ellen may have a stroke due to the language. Not to mention deleting the part about Walker and Marcus.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, go home with your fiancé. Walker, good luck with that wedding planning.” I catch her wink at him.
The way she says wedding planning and the little glint in her eye makes me suspicious. The three of them share some sort of non-verbal conversation while I stand there confused.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing, babe, come on. Say good night.” Walker urges me toward his truck before I can say anything at all.
“Why do I get a sneaky suspicion something is going on?” I press further when he helps me into my seat.
“Because I may have said something about always wanting to fuck a redhead.” He raises his eyebrows and grazes a finger up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat. I gasp when his finger inches along the edge of my lace panties. He flashes me a sexy grin before removing his hand, shutting me in.
A bolt of desire surges through my body, and I cross my legs to try and stop the tingling sensations. The combination of his grin, the swipe of his finger, and the promise in his eyes has me ready to attack him when he slides in the truck.
The cocky look on his face gives me an idea. I hoist up my dress and slowly slide my underwear off and drop them in his lap.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I shrug and bat my eyes a few times innocently.
“Emi—” My name dies on his lips when he sees me run my fingers up the inside on my thigh and under my dress. He snatches my hand and traps it on his thigh. “Don’t,” he growls.
“You started it.”
He places my hand over his pants, where his erection is outlined in his jeans. “I start it, I finish it.”
I tease him again, using my other hand and trailing my fingertips along my inner thigh.
“You touch yourself, I can’t be responsible for what happens when we get home.”
I don’t stop, purposely spreading my legs enough for him to see what I’m doing. The instant I’m close enough to touch my clit, he’s across the cab of the truck and has both my hands in one of his. There’s fire in his eyes as he brings his lips to mine.
“I warned you.” The harsh intensity in his voice has my stomach flipping. Sparks fly between us as the air in the truck heats.
“I don’t take orders very well.”
His breathing picks up as the grip on my hands tightens. “You think you can behave in the ten minutes it takes to get home?”
“We’re half an hour from your place.”
“Not tonight we’re not.”
A full body tremor washes through me and I have no choice but nod. “You get us home in ten minutes, I promise to behave.”
He kisses me briefly and moves back to his seat.
“You really should thank me,” I point out. “I’ve given you easy access.”