encouraging him with her tongue, and powerless to resist her, he responded in spite of himself. Soon, their breathing became audible in the hushed silence of the enclosed space, the fogged windows adding to the illusion of privacy.
He hauled her across his lap, cradling her head in the crook of his right elbow. The sight of her chest rising and falling had him ready to go again, and he reached beneath her shirt to caress the swell of her breast. She arched her back and closed her eyes, her shapely legs splayed awkwardly around the steering wheel, and that ridiculous excuse of a skirt once again riding up her thighs. Never had he seen anything more erotic.
They couldnât do this twice in one night, neither of those times in a bed. Could they? She took his hand and, sweet Mary mother of hotness, guided it between those long, tan legs and yes, apparently they could, and they were going to.
She was a goddess whose dad was richer than Croesus. She lived in one of the most outrageous mansions in the countryâheâd once stood in line to tour it!âbut she wasnât above making love in a parked car along a side street. She wanted him. Who was he to deny her? Show him the man who could. Itâd have to be a better man than he.
Chapter 14
âI have an idea. Let me drive.â Mark got out to switch sides before Meri could mount an argument. All the fight had drained from her, anyway. In fact, she was feeling supremely serene. While he circled the car, she scooted over to the passenger seat. He had satisfied her twoâthree?âmore times. And he claims my hands are talented?
She pulled a pack of tissues from her bag.
âWhat donât you have in that thing?â he asked, rapidly acquainting himself with the unfamiliar switches and graphics on the dash.
She smiled. Her limbs were as heavy as if sheâd had a good workout. In fact, she had. Though it was still early, she thought she could fall asleep at the touch of her head on a pillow. âWhere are we going?â
âSomeplace nice. Not that your studio isnât,â he hastened to add, obviously leery of making her skittish again.
He pushed the ignition button, bringing the car to life.
âMy studio isnât ânice,â â she admitted, dabbing at her nose. It was a relief to be able to laugh over Markâs impression of her humble atelier. Earlier, sheâd been so anxious he wouldnât find it good enough, professional enough.
She flipped down the sun visor to check the damage. âIâm a disaster,â she said into the mirror. Mascara was everywhere. âI really ought to clean up a bit.â
Not that she really cared. She felt as mellow as the wine sheâd been named for. She sank back into her seat as Mark maneuvered her car away from the curb.
Since adolescence, sex had been a panacea to Meri. A way to forget. To feel wanted, to connect. Sex was something twoâor moreâpeople did to relieve chronic loneliness, or because of peer pressure, or just . . . well, did there have to be a reason?
Yet when had sex ever felt like this ? A tiny sound halfway between a gasp and a laugh burst from her lips.
âWhatâs so funny?â
She shook her head. Despite her distress over Markâs urging her to use Papaâs name on her work, no amount of concealer could hide her fulfillment at connecting with Mark on a deep, personal level. But she should keep that hidden. If she told him how she was feeling inside, heâd bring the car to a screeching halt in the middle of the road, jump out, and run for his life. Guys didnât want to talk about feelings after sexâand they surely didnât want to hear about hers.
For now, sheâd sit back and hope heâd stick to his word not to mention her business decision concerning her label.
âWhere are we going?â she asked idly.
âYou said you wanted to clean up. Iâm taking you home, to my
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