“Oh.” Kiersten shrugged. “So I guess that means you don’t need this?”
I merged into the carpool lane and
glanced in her direction. Dangling. White. Lace. Bra. Holy mother of—
“Wes!” Kiersten laughed. “Stay in your lane!”
I screeched to the middle lane then almost slammed on my brakes just because my body was clearly losing all ability to function. It was like adrenaline surged through all the wrong parts forcing me to slam on the brakes while simultaneously wanting to reach over and pull Kiersten into my lap and just—I don’t know, I honestly couldn’t get past the white, the lace. Shit, why was I repeating myself? IN MY HEAD.
“Uhhh…” Throat dry I tried clearing it, but it only made things worse.
“Water?” Kiersten handed me a bottled water. Thank God.
I took a sip just as she hiked up her dress and showed me her garter.
The water sprayed out of my mouth onto the steering wheel of my Porsche Cayenne.
I hacked, I coughed, I hacked again, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand all the while Kiersten laughed her ass off and continued flashing parts of her body.
Cursing, I took the next exit.
“Where are we going?” Kiersten’s laughter died down as she glanced out the window at the Sound. “A parking lot? We’re pulling up into a parking lot?”
Words weren’t really my thing at that moment. I was more of an action guy anyway, right? I nodded, screeched into a parking spot, threw off my seatbelt, and launched my body across the console, pulling Kiersten towards me with such force that I probably would have bruised her chin had my lips landed anywhere else but on hers.
Ah, that taste.
With a groan, I moved my left hand down her thigh. Coming into contact with that one garter was hell on my imagination.
Because, naturally there were two.
Because she had two legs.
Holy—there were two.
Garters.
I kissed her harder.
“What else?” I panted, grabbing at the back of her head with my right hand, tugging her hair, pulling at whatever I could to get her closer. “What else do you have?”
Kiersten pulled back, her face appearing innocent. Right. Nothing innocent about what was going through my mind because of that little stunt. Didn’t help that her face was flushed, her color peaked. Damn, what I wouldn’t’ do to be able to kiss her senseless right about now. “What do you mean?”
“Any more surprises?”
She grinned. “Why? Afraid you can’t handle it?”
“Sweetheart,” I moaned. “My heart can only handle you in small doses—anymore and it may damn well burst.”
Kiersten’s expression turned serious as she removed her hands from my neck where they were wrapped so tightly I’d probably have bruises in the morning. She shrugged just before she reached for her zipper. As her fingertips touched the metal she locked eyes with me. I licked my lips, my chest rising and falling with so much anticipation I was having trouble breathing. The sound of the zipper lowering had me leaning towards her.
Kiersten drew it down farther and farther with agonizing slowness, my imagination went crazy with possibilities.
“Sorry to disappoint you,” she said seductively. “But I don’t have any other surprises…” Her smile turned deadly. “Just me.”
The dress fell.
We were in a parking lot.