She rolled her eyes and gave him a pointed stare. When all he did was look at her with a satisfied smirk on his face, she breathed out. “Fine. It says ninety-five degrees. Happy?”
“Oh yes. Very.” She turned around and stared at him. His voice had dropped to a husky murmur. His eyelids lowered until they held a sexy bedroom quality to them.
“Are you really going to make me go through with it?” Her voice was equally low, and if she was being honest, even she could hear the seductive note in it. “What if someone sees me?”
He took a step closer to her until she was pressed against the side of the driver seat. His wide, muscular chest was inches from hers. The fact that she was clad in only a string bikini and he was in a pair of low-slung trunks wasn’t lost on her. Only a few pieces of clothing kept them from being completely nude. A wind brushed by, and despite the stifling heat, Jane felt her nipples pucker beneath the thin white material. Rys dipped his eyes to the body parts in question, and as if his gaze could make them harder, the traitorous flesh tightened even more.
“Jane.” Her name from his lips was a breathy moan, and she felt herself lean into him until her breasts were pressed against his chest.
“What are you doing, Rys?” What was she doing? His head dipped lower, and she felt the softest touch of his mouth against hers. “Rys.” She let her eyes close, knowing this was the moment she had been fantasizing for years. His hands slid down her arms and slipped around her waist. God, just feeling his hands on her bare waist had her sighing softly.
It felt good, so good. He still didn’t kiss her fully, just kept his lips so close to hers that their breaths mingled. His hands skirted her waist, over her ribs, and circled until his large palms were fanned against her shoulder blades.
“What are we doing?” She meant to sound more shocked by what was going on, but even she could hear the yearning in her voice.
“We are no longer fighting the inevitable.” His deep voice vibrated against her mouth, and she parted her lips slightly. “Look at me, Jane.” She forced her eyes open and stared into the bottomless sea of blue. “Tell me.” He was still so close, and it was hard for her to think.
“Tell you what?” She licked her lips, lips that had grown as dry as her throat.
“Tell me that you want me as much as I want you.” His hard body was pressing hers against the seat cushion, and all she wanted to do was reach up and grip his biceps. She wanted to feel them flex under her hands. She wanted to pull him closer. Perspiration dotted her lower back, and she was sticking to the leather seat. She tried to control her erratic breathing, tried to make it look like she wasn’t as unstable as he was making her. His proximity made her feel all kinds of dizzy.
She wanted to tell him more than that, but words failed her. As she stared into his eyes, she found the courage to finally tell him, to finally let it all out in just three words. “I want yo—” She didn’t even get the last word out before his mouth crushed against hers. The taste of him was an instant addiction, and she felt it like lightning right through her body. His tongue stroked along the seam of her lips, and she eagerly opened for him. She gripped his biceps, felt the hard muscles flex, and he pulled her closer to him. Sweat was forming between their pressed bodies, and for some reason, she found it erotic as hell. It reminded her of sex. Hot, sweaty sex.
His low groan was fuel to her arousal fire. She opened her mouth wider and sucked his tongue farther into her mouth. He parted her legs with his knee, and she spread them until his big body fit between. She could feel how much he wanted her pressing against her lower belly, and her clit pulsed. Her pulse quickened, and endorphins coursed through her veins. She felt his hands slip down her back and cup her ass. He squeezed the mounds, and she found herself growing wanton and grinding herself on his erection. It was hard as steel and hot as hell as it dug into her belly. He ripped his mouth away, and they both panted.
They didn’t move apart, and she knew if not for his hands on her, she would have surely melted to the ground. When she was strong enough to open her eyes, she was startled by the intense expression on Rys’s face. The heat and desire reflected in his eyes was so tangible she could have reached out and grabbed it.