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Keenan laughed with his mouth full, and she snorted. “Who is this man next to me? Are you the same man who likes charcuterie boards and perfectly cooked asparagus?”
“You make me sound like a snob.”
“Your words, buddy. Not mine…”
“I’m a snob with a hard on for a dirty girl.” She shrieked when he smeared his ketchup fingers on her cheek.
“Sto-hp! Yuck.”
Keenan wiped his fingers on another napkin, before he leaned in and licked the ketchup smear from her cheek. She pulled her shoulders, first at her repulsion of being smeared in sauce, but when he nibbled her earlobe, she pulled her shoulder because the sensation gave her goose bumps.
“I’m so glad you’re wearing a dress…” he whispered, his words warm against her skin. Keenan’s hand slid up under her dress, going right up to her core. The tray of food wobbled on her lap and she quickly shot out her hand to steady it.
“Do you want to play another game, Ry?”
“It depends…” Her breathing picked up the moment he stroked her inner thigh.
“On what?”
“If you’d let me come,” she said half jokingly. She watched him out of the corner of her eye and was glad he wasn’t laughing at her. She still amazed herself with talking so frankly about sex.
“You hold all the power, darlin’. I’m going to finger you…”
She felt the tingles already in her lower region. Damn. This man could get her worked up with his words alone.
“And I’ll continue to finger you, as long as you look at me.”
She figured that was easy, so she said, “Sure.”
“And while you’re looking at me, you’ll tell me one of your fantasies.”
She moaned but startled at the window being pulled up. Keenan smiled knowingly at her and said, “I figured it best not to interrupt other cars during the movie.”
“Movie?”
He laughed, flashing his pearly whites. “Yeah, I have no idea what’s showing either.”
She giggled and said, “We’re so bad. I haven’t even finished my burger.”
Keenan’s finger slipped under her underwear and he said, “Do you want me to stop so you can finish it?”
“You know damn well I don’t want you to stop.” Ryleigh grabbed the tray from her lap and plunked it unceremoniously on the dashboard in front of her. She gripped the door handle and spread her legs some more, not caring how shamelessly eager she gave him better access.
His finger stilled on top of her clit, but he didn’t use any pressure.
“More… Keen…” She whined and bucked against his hand.
“No. Did you forget the rules?”
Shit. What was she supposed to come up with? Tell him her darkest, sexiest fantasies?
“You’re taking awfully long. I want a real fantasy, darlin’. Don’t make something up.”
After a moment he added, “Please?”
She took a deep breath and turned her head on the backrest of the passenger seat.
“Okay. I-I have this dream that reoccurs every other week.”
