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“Oh, no worries on smooth rides. You make sure to handle that. Except when you aren’t in control. Then it gets rougher.” He didn’t touch her hair, but she could’ve sworn the air brushed over the side of her neck and brought back the memory of him fisting a handful and dragging her head back.
Handy trick that he didn’t even have to touch her now and she remembered.
God, she remembered.
She gulped her soda. Did she have two bottles left or just one? If it was one, she’d have to make a stop. Iced tea was not going to cut it today.
“Luckily I’m always in control.” She set aside her nearly empty bottle and gripped the wheel in both hands. “Have a nice nap?” she added before he could disabuse her of her control notion.
One night with him had swiftly put lie to that assertion. He’d commanded her in ways she’d never expected. Not from her mostly sweet and steady best friend.
But sex was different. It often brought out new sides to people. Maybe one day she’d learn that.
Better, she’d stick to her anonymous-fucks-only maxim and save herself the grief.
“I’ve had better. Didn’t get much sleep last night.” He leaned in slightly. “Some women are just insatiable, you know?”
He did not.
There was no way he would just stand there with a bus full of people behind them and just…just goad her about them having sex as if it was something to tease her about. As if they should even speak the words.
Hello, closet. Deep, dark secret.
Shut up, jackass.
“Sure it wasn’t you who was insatiable? Sometimes guys are more into it than the woman and never realize she’s just going through the motions.”
Yeah, that was the way to divert them from the topic. Sure. Too bad she didn’t have a red cape to wave in front of his face.
She did have a red-and-white bra, but waving that probably wouldn’t have the intended effect. Especially since thanks to last night’s brick-wall action, she wasn’t entirely sure she could remove her bra without help. Getting it on that morning had been bad enough.
“Hmm, yeah, I’m sure that happens. Not so much with this one though. Pretty active participant, don’t you think?” He rolled up the sleeve of his sweatshirt and turned his arm toward her, revealing a full complement of scratches.
She was almost sure she knew when they’d happened too. It had involved being rammed into from behind. Powerfully. The kind of thrusts tha
t brought her up on her toes and erased every thought from her head.
Her scalp tingled and she tipped back her head for a second, losing herself in the memory of him yanking at her hair. She wasn’t a submissive type—not anymore. She couldn’t go back to that girl again.
Above everything, she trusted Ryan. To the marrow of her bones. Even if he was pushing buttons he had no business pushing. Especially with an audience.
“Better watch the road, Colorado,” he said against her ear, his mouth close. Too close. Her head snapped back and her eyes went wide and she realized he’d grabbed hold of the wheel while she’d gone off into some delayed sex trance and nearly gotten all of them killed.
“Oh God. Oh God. What is wrong with me?” she muttered to herself, only jerking the wheel a little as she smacked away his hand. But he didn’t move back. He just stayed right there, hovering in her airspace, breathing with her. His exhales fluttered her hair, and she smelled the wintergreen from his toothpaste.
Too damn close.
“I’ve got you,” he said, and those words weren’t referring to his hold on the wheel. He’d murmured something similar last night, and she wasn’t having it. Not here. She took her job seriously, and she would not screw this up.
No hot night of sex was worth it. Not even with him.
She sucked in a breath and nudged him back none too gently. A break. That was what she needed. To walk off some of this tension, get some fresh air, maybe grab a coffee. Even caffeine-laced soda wasn’t doing it today. She felt duller than the paint on the bus. Time to get her focus back.
And her ass away from the cause of her distractions.
“Half-hour break coming up,” she called out, pleased that her voice didn’t even slightly wobble. “Snack break at the next rest station.”
“We’ve barely been on the road,” West said. “I thought we were going straight to—”
