Page 41 of Airhead

“You don’t have an extra in the wheel well?” That’s where he kept a magnetized box with a slide-shut lid

She shook her head. “But I do have,” she pulled a deformed wire hanger out of her purse, “this.”

She pried the window out just enough to slide the hanger through the gap with the steady hands of a woman who’d done it a million times. It took her all of three seconds to hook the bent V of the straightened hanger around the bulbous head of the door lock and gently pull it up.

With a huge smile on her face, she did a triumphant ass wiggle and happy dance as she turned. Then she laid a victorious kiss on him.

For a second, neither of them moved. Her arms were around his neck, her body pressed against him, and her lips still parted.

“Frank, sorry,” she said, her voice breathy, “I shouldn’t have⁠—”

He cupped her ass and lifted her up, holding her right against his cock. “You sure should.” Then he bent his head and took her mouth, kissing her hard and leaving her with absolutely no doubt about how much she fucking should. She let out a little moan of pleasure, wrapped her long legs around him, and kissed him back with just as much conviction.

Chapter Twenty-One

As long as Katie remembered not to mistake what was happening for anything other than a good time, she’d finish the night with her heart intact. She’d done it before. She could do it again. But, this was hard to remember when Frankie was kissing her like he’d spent his life planning how to do it just right.

With her back up against the Pinto, he plied her with hard, demanding kisses that stole her breath and left her wanting more. She tightened her legs around him, holding him in place with his hard cock pressed right up against her core, and kissed him back with everything she had.

By the time he broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard.

“Fuck, Katie.” He rested his forehead against hers before letting her slide down his body until she was standing on her own again. “I want you so badly.”

It only took a second to do the math in her head. The drive back to Waterbury would take way longer than she was willing to wait. A glance around confirmed hers was the only car on this level of the garage, and the parking attendant was on the next level down, by the exit to the street. No one was around to catch them. Even if there was, she wasn’t sure she’d care all that much at the moment.

She stepped back out of Frank’s arms. “Get in the car.”

“Katie?” he said, her name coming out like a question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to.

She reached down between them and slipped the top button of his button-fly jeans free. “Just do it, Frank.”

He did.

It was a tight squeeze, considering he was well over six feet tall and sitting in the passenger seat of a subcompact. Standing in the doorway, she took off her electric blue T-shirt, relishing the way his hot gaze went straight to her breasts, her hard nipples pushing against the lace of her pink bra.

Time to give him a closer look.

Bracing one hand on the bucket seat, she leaned forward, letting her boobs dangle close enough to his face that she could feel his harsh exhale on her sensitive skin. The heat of his breath tightened the ribbon of sweet anticipation winding through her until it was pulled taut. One move, one touch, one kiss, and it would snap. Watching his face and the way his eyes darkened with desire, she reached between his legs, her hand hovering over the hard bulge behind his button fly. Something flickered in his gaze, heady and promising, as palpable as a touch. Her other hand shook just a bit as she grabbed the bar under the front of the passenger seat, catapulting it back as far as it would go.

“Is that enough room?” she asked, her hand on the button of her jeans.

He reached behind his head and pulled off his T-shirt. “Let’s find out.”

She stripped off her jeans and tossed them across to the driver’s seat and then got in, straddling him. In this cramped position, it was like he was everywhere all at once. And this time, when he kissed her, it wasn’t a reaction to her exuberant celebration—it was a promise.

There was just no getting enough of touching him. She kissed her way down his neck and across his collarbone before moving back up to that demanding mouth of his. But she wanted more. Needed more. When her hands slid between their bodies back to his button fly, he encircled her wrist with one hand and pulled her arms up so her palms were against the car’s roof.

“I’m gonna let you go, and you’re gonna wiggle out of those pink panties while I put a condom on.” He paused, looking her in the eyes. “Sound good?”

“God, yes.” Good didn’t even begin to describe it. Totally bitchin’ was closer, but still didn’t get to just how fucking awesome this was going to be.

He shot her a wicked grin and released her wrists. She’d never realized a big guy could move so fast in such a tight space, but by the time her panties were in a ball on the driver’s seat, his jeans were down to his ankles, and he was rolling on a condom. She bit down on her lip and watched. The man had big hands, and his dick still looked huge.

“Come here,” he said, his voice like the softest sandpaper.

He didn’t have to ask twice. She wiggled back into her place, straddling him, grabbed his cock at the base—not even coming close to getting her fingers to meet—and sank down onto his hard cock. She took it, one thick inch at a time, until he filled her completely, stretching her just enough to make it impossible not to be aware of his every inhale of breath or a slight change in position. She let her head fall back as her body adjusted to him.

“Damn, Katie,” he groaned. “Don’t move yet.”