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THIRTY-ONE
“CAN WE STOP FOR COFFEE?” Tess asked, pushing a tape into the stereo.
Their fifth day on the road should be their last. Miami was less than five hundred miles away.
“You just had coffee,” Daire said from the driving seat. “We’ve only been on the road for an hour.”
“I know,” she said, extending her arms and legs in a stretch. “But I want to be ready for tonight.”
Daire’s brief laugh warmed her. “Sex is voluntary, babe. We won’t put platonic on pause tonight and I’ll let you sleep right through. Promise.” Catching a glimpse his way, she caught him doing the same and noted the sly half-smile on his lips. “Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I can help myself just fine,” she said, pulling out the chest strap of her seatbelt so she could twist over the center console, stretching her arms across his lap. “You’re the one who insists on using me as a workout tool.”
“Gotta keep you in my eyeline, babe,” he said, stroking her hair. “And I’ve gotta get the cardio in somehow.”
She didn’t know whether to believe him or not. The complaints were teasing. Being with a guy like Daire meant always being ready for action. They’d done it in every position and possible place in the Beast.
In his true persona, there was no need to play down his abilities. Yes, he was amazing in bed, she’d never had complaints there. Doing it in the two hundred thousand locations he’d squeezed in since they left Vegas, he kept up a rigorous frequency. Her body was his playground and his challenge. His ingenuity was thrilling. He put her in positions she didn’t know were possible, positions which made her marvel at his strength and stamina. He didn’t say he was using her to train, but she didn’t mind being involved when it felt so good.
After extending her stretch further, she took her time about relaxing to sit up again. “Much as I enjoy being your own personal multi-gym, I wasn’t talking about sex. If that’s what I was worried about, I’d just sleep now. Not like you’re going to ask me to drive… though I have offered.”
“Many times,” he said with an accepting nod. “I wouldn’t know what to do if I wasn’t driving.”
“Other than probably stress yourself about all the things I do differently.”
“Differently?” he said, glancing her way. “You mean slower and less precise.”
“I can be precise,” Tess said, but couldn’t really come up with an example.
Instead of trying to distract him with truth, she took off her seatbelt to rotate her butt in the seat and slid her bare feet onto his thigh. From the way his attention went down and up before landing on her, she could tell he hadn’t expected her impromptu massage.
“You wanna sit on my lap?”
Arching, she draped herself against the door. “Then we could both drive.”
She adored his smile. Those dimples meant the world to her; they told her he was happy. Even if all she could give him was a few days of memories, it was better than giving him nothing.
“Yeah, like that would last more than three minutes,” he said, stroking her leg. “Told you I only have so much self-control.” Taking his focus from the road for a second, he pushed her skirt up. “You wearing panties?”
“Baby!” she screeched, grabbing for her skirt to shove it back down. “You’re driving.”
“I can do two things at once,” he said, licking his fingertips before sneaking them under her skirt.
Clamping her thighs to catch his hand, she couldn’t keep the grin from her face. “You’re doing the driving, the hauling, sometimes even the singing. Still, somehow, you spend most of your time looking at everything at once. Checking out vehicles, monitoring traffic, I see how you’re aware of everything.”
Something she was failing at. Just while she’d been talking, her legs had relaxed. He’d eased them apart and as her words trailed off, he snuck his finger around her underwear and into her.
She gasped, raising her hips toward his invasion while at the same time grabbing for his arm.
“I’m aware that you’re horny and distracted,” he said, one hand on the wheel.
Somehow the air seemed to thicken and darken, closing them inside their intimacy. All she could think about was the warm luxury of his treacle voice and the sweet push and pull of his pampering fingers.
“My Heart,” she breathed, undulating her hips.
While her nails dug into his arm, her other slithered down to join his hand, massaging her clit as he finger-fucked her.
“Want to know a secret?” he asked, never neglecting any of his duties.
