She hadn’t thought it through. Twenty minutes in a confined space with the man she wanted to mount and do dirty things to, was a bad plan. She risked a glance at his face and almost fainted when he licked his lips. It was a very bad plan. She swallowed and wiped her damp palms on her thighs.
“You okay?”
She nodded a third time. She was starting to feel like a freakin’ bobble head doll. “I’m fine, just embarrassed about the gas thing.”
“Molly Morrison running out of gas is hardly front page news, Mol. Still not back on good terms with Will though? I mean, he’d usually be your first call.”
She shrugged. “Not really. I mean, he’d have come if I called him. I just…”
“You didn’t want to?”
A whooshing sigh escaped her. “I didn’t want to.”
“I get it.” He turned his head to her before flicking his gaze back to the road. “He was out of line for whatever it was he said to you.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but words didn’t come out.
“He didn’t tell me, and I’m not asking. But he’s wrong.”
She snorted. “How do you know he’s wrong if you don’t even know what he said?”
He looked at her again, his bright blue eyes hypnotizing her with their depths. “I know enough. Your body, your choice, right?”
She nodded. “Right.” Apparently nodding was the only thing her body had oxygen left to do. That and fuel the fierce ache between her legs. His finger brushed her thigh as she shifted in her seat.
He was cradling the gear shift. If she moved again he’d touch her again. How many times could she brush against his pinky before he noticed? How many brushes against him would it take to make her come?
Her whole face burned. If it was really her body, her choice she’d have already had her way with Finnegan O’Brien. She opened the window, staring at the blurring scenery as they passed and willing the breeze to cool her flaming cheeks.
“You’re not allowed to hurl in my car, MoMo.”
She shook her head, afraid that if she spoke she’d tell him she didn’t have an upset stomach, rather an aching clit that needed his atten-tongue. Maybe he’d even oblige her desires, but as soon as they came down from the post-coital bliss, they’d both regret it.
Wouldn’t they?
She studied the profile of his face. A nose broken and reset more times than she could count. A firm jaw, flame-colored hair licking at his ear, and a tiny, almost imperceptible scar on his cheekbone from having caught a stray puck to the face. Another scar on his upper lip, and a third just under his chin.
A muscle twitched in his cheek. “You’re staring.”
The burning from her face flashed over her entire body like she was a donut being dunked into a pan of hot oil. She gasped and turned back to face out the window. She’d stared at him more often than was considered socially acceptable and had never once cared about being caught. Now she cared.
Her pulse thundered, rattling through her veins, making her body thrum. She tugged at the collar of her shirt as the unrelenting heat scorched her, consuming her from the inside.
What had to be nothing less than a million years later, they arrived at the farm. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing, her panties were damp, and if Molly and Finn hadn’t already gotten to their destination, she was about three minutes away from having him stop the car so she could take a full breath. And possibly get herself off by the side of the road.
Finn O’Brien had a habit of sucking all the air from any room they were in, and she had a sneaking suspicion he’d only give it back if she sucked it from his—
“You getting out? You gonna come hug my llama or are you just gonna sit and ogle it from the car?”
Her eyes widened as she met his cheeky gaze. It was as though he could tell the dirty thoughts that had been running through her head for the entire car ride. His left hand hung loosely by his side, clutching his keys. His right, however, she could grab it, shove it between her thighs and sink onto it, showing him the effect he had on her.
“Molly?”
Her breath caught. She needed to get the hell out of dodge, go the fuck home, and use every vibrator she had until her batteries ran dry and her clit no longer ached for his touch.
He reached out an open palm. Was he reading her mind? Those long fingers… Shit. Fuck. Nope. There was no amount of batteries that could convince her that the man in front of her wasn’t everything. His mouth curved into a slow smile.
Yeah. He was everything and then some.
