Slow Hands

begged to be tasted.
    “No sugar handy,” he mumbled, “but I know you’re sweet enough.”
    Then he confirmed it, covering the taut tip with his mouth and sucking, quick, hard, not sure which of them was more shocked by the pleasure of it.
    God knows how far he might have taken it…they were both that far gone. But a car suddenly turned into the parking lot, washing the outside entrance with light. It spilled to within a foot of where they stood as the vehicle turned into a corner parking spot.
    “Help me,” she snapped, desperately trying to yank her bra back in place.
    He did, pushing her hands out of the way and, with regret, covering those incredible curves. Edging around, he blocked the view of her body with his own. If anybody did spy them, all they’d see was a couple kissing in the shadows.
    A trio of laughing young women passed within a few feet of them, exchanging loud, knowing whispers. Once they were gone, he stared down at a still wide-eyed Maddy and offered her a slow, knowing smile. “You ready to get out of here?”
    She nibbled on her bottom lip for a split second, nearly giving him a heart attack as he feared she was getting cold feet.
    He should have known better. Because, with pure, sexual determination on her face, she grabbed his hand and dragged him to her car. “You drive,” she snapped. “I know you don’t like chick cars, but my legs are shaking too much.”
    She tossed him the keys, which he caught in midair. Opening the passenger side door for her, he helped her in, bending low to ask, “Where are we going?”
    She muttered an uptown address.
    “I don’t think that’s where we left my truck.” He didn’t know why he got such a kick out of teasing her, especially because, honestly, if she walked away from him now, he’d have to go douse himself in liquid hydrogen to cool off.
    “It’s my place. It’s close. I have an enormous bed and an incredible bathroom.”
    He smiled slowly. “I’m catching the vision.”
    “My bathtub could fit three people.”
    “Sorry, Ms. Turner, not into anything kinky.” When her eyes widened, he took pity and grinned. “I’m sure we can make full use of it, just the two of us.”
    “Good.” She ran the tip of one finger across his bottom lip. “Now get in and drive .”
    * * *
    S HE SHOULD BE having regrets, or at least second thoughts. But as they drove into the night—Jake’s foot riding a little heavier on the gas pedal than hers usually did—she could only anticipate.
    He wanted her. Just wanted her. Those dark eyes hadn’t been appraising her worth; he hadn’t been using any tried-and-true lines of seduction that had worked on the many women in his past. Hadn’t for one second made her feel that she was nothing but a client to him. But he had made her feel absolutely dizzy with desire.
    Her reservations had begun to dissipate when he’d thrown that line about dipping her nipples in sugar. By the time he’d gotten to the breaking her in half part, she’d been practically stuck to her chair.
    Unable to wait, she reached over and dropped her hand onto his leg.
    “Uh-uh,” he growled.
    She ignored him, sliding her hand higher. But before she could capture the bulging prize she desperately wanted to trace with her fingertips, he dropped his hand over hers and squeezed.
    “No.”
    “You don’t want me to touch you?” she whispered, knowing the words were untrue. Despite the shadowy interior of the car, she could see just how much he wanted her touch. And, judging by the way he’d felt when pressed against her, he had a lot to be touched.
    She shivered in her seat.
    “Hell, yes, I want you to touch me.”
    She twisted more, her other hand reaching for his hip. He couldn’t stop her…couldn’t drive no-handed.
    “But not at the risk of both of us getting killed.” He glanced over, serious, almost pleading with her to back off. “Please, babe, we’ll be there soon, I promise. I’ve seen way too many street wrecks to even consider doing something so unsafe, despite how much I’m dying to feel your hands on me.”
    Babe. No one had ever called her that. She suspected she should be insulted by it, as a modern, independent woman. But she wasn’t. Especially not when he’d also admitted his blatant need in that thick, hungry tone.
    “I want to spend the night inside your tight little body, not a hospital emergency room.”
    “Wow,” she muttered, collapsing into her seat. Blunt he may be, but the man