And it was way too small for him.
He slid into the car, shutting the door and us into silence.
“Did you steal my clothing? Is that some kind of kink? Or wait…” I remembered the time I’d nearly caught him. He’d been in the litter and—“Oh my god.” I broke off in a fit of laughter.
Though he didn’t start the car, he gripped the wheel. I traced the corded outline of his neck muscle down to the collar of his shirt, now remembering too vividly what was underneath. His jaw tensed with some kind of emotion, making that muscle pop.
Wait.
“Areyoumad?” I asked.
Calder dragged my legs over his, then reached across me into the glove compartment. I sucked in a breath, skin tingling as his dark, earthy scent wrapped around me like opium. His chest pressed against my bare thighs, his shoulder brushing my breast. One movement and our lips would meet?—
Calder grabbed something out of the compartment and sat back. I watched him unzip a bag marked “First Aid” and pull out white gauze.
Then he dabbed my knee.
There was something mesmerizing about watching this big, tattooed man clean me up so gently.
But then I noticed the tension threading his muscles.
“You can’t seriously be upset,” I said.
Working his jaw, he reached for a bandage. “You’re being careless.”
He rubbed the bandage across my knee, pressing it flat against the wound. I could barely focus on that gentle action, the way his palm spanned so large it reached my thigh.
“So what? You don’t care.”
Calder’s eyes flashed to mine, dark and probing. His stare was a lightning bolt, shocking my body, zinging through my blood and into my core.
He grabbed the first aid kit, bending back over me to put it in the glove compartment. This time, his eyes stayed locked on mine.
So close I could kiss him.
His hand still hot on my thighs.
The weight of his breathing pressing into my breasts.
My back bit into the door handle, thighs spread to accommodate his width. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I was certain he was going to kiss me.
Thump.
Another thump—it seriously sounded like someone was banging against the trunk. I turned my head toward the rear, and Calder grabbed my chin, dragging my gaze back.
“Don’t drink like this when I’m not around,” he said, words steaming my mouth.
He shut the glove compartment with a loud snap and sat back.
I blinked like I’d been doused in cold water.
Once again, Calder faced forward, but his hands weren’t on the steering wheel. They remained on my leg, long fingers stretching to my inner thigh.
Don’t drink like this when I’m not around.
I chewed my lip. I could make a joke about how he’salwaysaround, but with his grip on my thigh, I couldn’t think.
I still felt floaty.
