Drive Me Crazy by Jenna Bayley-Burke

she was good in bed had her stomach fluttering and clenching.
    “I can do much better. In fact, I’d love to take you sprawled out on the hood of the car. And from behind, you have the most amazing ass. And – ”
    “Stop!” Jaime yelled, covering her face with her hands as desire dampened her panties. She wanted all those things too, but she didn’t dare admit it.
    “Are you uncomfortable talking about sex?”
    She peeked out from behind her fingers. “You think?”
    “Then calling you from Paris for phone sex is going to be out.”
    “ Ay caramba , I could never.”
    “You see, now that is a challenge.” He pulled back onto the street, exiting onto the highway. “I’ll have to call you as soon as I get home and see how long it takes to get you talking dirty with me.”
    The whir of the highway silenced any response she would have had, if she’d been able to speak.
     
    “Carhenge? Come on, this is your idea of seeing the country? A circle of old cars piled on each other? This is the kind of thing American’s don’t want tourists to see.”
    “Someone thinks it’s worth seeing.” He took a few steps away from her, not because of her attitude, but to try and catch her with the camera. She kept jumping from the frame, but the image of Jaime Cruz at Carhenge was too funny not to memorialize.
    He rarely took pictures anymore. As a teenager he’d thought he’d become a fashion photographer, but when his father had explained he needed to run the company and not work for it, he’d set the camera aside. During this trip he’d taken more shots than he had in the last decade.
    “I just don’t want you thinking this is America.” Her akimbo stance drew a sexy silhouette on the ground at her feet. Finally, he had his shot. “I feel like it’s my responsibility for you to see America at its best, and this is…”
    “Something a family did for their reunion.” He pointed to the plaque detailing the history of the site. There’d been a road sign advertising the place, and for some reason he’d wanted to see it, just because they could. “Besides, America is as much my country as it is yours.”
    “Still, I’d much rather you think of the U.S. as the Statue of Liberty or The Smithsonian, not haunted hotels and stacked cars.”
    He sidled next to her, leaning close so he could whisper in her ear. “I like haunted hotels.”
    She turned so quickly she nearly knocked him in the nose. “No more haunted hotels. I’m not playing.”
    “You’ll play along.” He reached between then and twined her hand in his. “There are haunted hotels and replicas of Stonehenge all over this country. Maybe we’ll see every single one.”
    She pulled their hands between them and he wondered if she realized that her knuckles grazed over the fly of his shorts. “You’ve seen one pile of vintage cars, you’ve seen them all.”
    “Fine, then I guess we’re done here.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. How he loved her laugh floating on the air as they walked back to the car, their clasped hands swinging between them. His lips curled as he wondered how many states he’d get laid in on this trip.
    “I still can’t believe I’m doing this.”
    “This? Actually seeing something on the drive?”
    “No. This us. Well, there is no us.” She shook her head. “You’ll have to teach me how this works. I keep telling myself it’s okay, that I won’t get attached to you because this is just a vacation, a fling. We both have lives to get on with that have no room for a relationship. Still, sometimes you are so sweet.”
    “You’d rather I were rude to you?” Carla’s warning about Jaime being a hopeless romantic echoed back to him, and he prayed he hadn’t crossed that line.
    “No, of course not. If you were, I wouldn’t even consider this.”
    “You think too much.” Once they reached the car, he used the remote to unlock the doors and put down the convertible top. “We’re adults. We’re