have you out of those wet clothes in no time.” Saying it amped up his lust. Jesus, he had it bad.
Gillian glanced at him. “You need to swing by the group home first, so I can get my car.”
She had to be kidding. “Tomorrow.” The familiar tat-tat-tat of hail began pelting the roof.
It didn’t deter Gillian. “Uh, no. I need my car tonight, Drew.”
“Why?” Trees bent under the force of the escalating wind. He’d always found storms sexy as hell. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend the night than having sex with Gillian. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere tonight except to my place, right?”
“I don’t have any other plans, no. But when I’m ready to leave your place, I want to be able to.”
Her tone sank in and he shot her a look. What the hell? Did she expect him to screw her and then kick her out of bed? Sounded like. “I wouldn’t mind if you spent the night.”
That startled her. “Thank you.” She smoothed wet hair off her face. “I might take you up on that. But if I decide otherwise—”
All he wanted to do was get her under him, and it sounded like she was already planning on leaving him. “Hell, I’ll give you my keys, okay?” The determined set to her posture irked Drew. “If I do something to piss you off that much, you can just take my car.”
In a show of stubbornness, she folded her arms over her chest. “I appreciate the offer, but I want my car.”
Slowly, Drew let out a breath. “Look, Gillian, I’m not real good at this ‘pretty please’ shit, but I’m trying all the same, so be reasonable, will you? The weather is crap and it’s getting late. I swear to you, if something happens and you want to leave, I’ll take you, or you can take my car. I have another in the garage so it’s not a big frigging deal, okay?”
It was dark inside the car, with only the bluish glow of the lights on the dash for illumination.
“You’d let me drive your BMW?”
“It’s just a car. No big deal.” But Drew saw her indecision.
Trying for a solution, he added, “Want me to have your car towed to my place?”
“ No , of course not.” She shifted, showing a hint of indecision.
“Look, I’d rather do that than see you get soaked in this downpour or have you worry about it.” More thunder boomed, almost immediately followed by a thick, blinding bolt of lightning. “Seriously.”
She relented with ill grace. “Oh, all right. But I am taking your keys. And so help me, Drew Black, if you give me cause, I will leave in your car and you better not try to stop me.”
Damn, but she amused him. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He thought of everything he wanted to do to her and with her. It would take half the night and leave her exhausted. The woman wouldn’t be going anywhere, whether she realized that yet or not. “Are you wearing panty hose under that skirt?”
She gawked at him. “I swear, the way your thoughts leap around is mind-boggling.”
“No leaping, not really. I’ve been thinking of undressing you since I first saw you today. Hell, from the moment I met you, I’ve been thinking about what’s under the ladylike clothes.”
Sputtering indignation turned into a reluctant laugh. “Outrageous, as always.”
No sense in denying that one. “You look great, by the way.”
“Thank you.”
Since she hadn’t yet replied, he prompted, “Panty hose?”
With a roll of her eyes, she confirmed that. “Yes.” “Hate the things,” Drew told her, “but I’ll overlook them for you.”
“Gee, Drew, that’s really big of you.”
“I take it you don’t have stockings?” A man could fantasize.
Such a caustic look should have left him melted on the seat. “Tell you what. You try wearing a garter and nylons to see just how that works out for a hardworking business-person, and then I’ll follow suit.”
“Uh . . . no, thanks.” He was so turned on, forming coherent words took an effort. “Uncomfortable, is that it?”
She sniffed.
Gillian glanced at him. “You need to swing by the group home first, so I can get my car.”
She had to be kidding. “Tomorrow.” The familiar tat-tat-tat of hail began pelting the roof.
It didn’t deter Gillian. “Uh, no. I need my car tonight, Drew.”
“Why?” Trees bent under the force of the escalating wind. He’d always found storms sexy as hell. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend the night than having sex with Gillian. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere tonight except to my place, right?”
“I don’t have any other plans, no. But when I’m ready to leave your place, I want to be able to.”
Her tone sank in and he shot her a look. What the hell? Did she expect him to screw her and then kick her out of bed? Sounded like. “I wouldn’t mind if you spent the night.”
That startled her. “Thank you.” She smoothed wet hair off her face. “I might take you up on that. But if I decide otherwise—”
All he wanted to do was get her under him, and it sounded like she was already planning on leaving him. “Hell, I’ll give you my keys, okay?” The determined set to her posture irked Drew. “If I do something to piss you off that much, you can just take my car.”
In a show of stubbornness, she folded her arms over her chest. “I appreciate the offer, but I want my car.”
Slowly, Drew let out a breath. “Look, Gillian, I’m not real good at this ‘pretty please’ shit, but I’m trying all the same, so be reasonable, will you? The weather is crap and it’s getting late. I swear to you, if something happens and you want to leave, I’ll take you, or you can take my car. I have another in the garage so it’s not a big frigging deal, okay?”
It was dark inside the car, with only the bluish glow of the lights on the dash for illumination.
“You’d let me drive your BMW?”
“It’s just a car. No big deal.” But Drew saw her indecision.
Trying for a solution, he added, “Want me to have your car towed to my place?”
“ No , of course not.” She shifted, showing a hint of indecision.
“Look, I’d rather do that than see you get soaked in this downpour or have you worry about it.” More thunder boomed, almost immediately followed by a thick, blinding bolt of lightning. “Seriously.”
She relented with ill grace. “Oh, all right. But I am taking your keys. And so help me, Drew Black, if you give me cause, I will leave in your car and you better not try to stop me.”
Damn, but she amused him. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He thought of everything he wanted to do to her and with her. It would take half the night and leave her exhausted. The woman wouldn’t be going anywhere, whether she realized that yet or not. “Are you wearing panty hose under that skirt?”
She gawked at him. “I swear, the way your thoughts leap around is mind-boggling.”
“No leaping, not really. I’ve been thinking of undressing you since I first saw you today. Hell, from the moment I met you, I’ve been thinking about what’s under the ladylike clothes.”
Sputtering indignation turned into a reluctant laugh. “Outrageous, as always.”
No sense in denying that one. “You look great, by the way.”
“Thank you.”
Since she hadn’t yet replied, he prompted, “Panty hose?”
With a roll of her eyes, she confirmed that. “Yes.” “Hate the things,” Drew told her, “but I’ll overlook them for you.”
“Gee, Drew, that’s really big of you.”
“I take it you don’t have stockings?” A man could fantasize.
Such a caustic look should have left him melted on the seat. “Tell you what. You try wearing a garter and nylons to see just how that works out for a hardworking business-person, and then I’ll follow suit.”
“Uh . . . no, thanks.” He was so turned on, forming coherent words took an effort. “Uncomfortable, is that it?”
She sniffed.
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