Full Throttle Yearning by Aurora Rose Lynn Page B

more and unable to think of anything else. Biker chicks were hot and LA was more than he’d bargained for—especially now that Roxie was with him.
    The car raced in the diamond lane now. A few vehicles surrounded them but the traffic wasn’t bumper to bumper as it so often was at rush hour.
    “Like this?” Roxie asked coquettishly. Her gaze rested fully on his, inquiring, playing with his libido. Her hands stayed still in her lap.
    “Like that,” he agreed, taking her wrist and lifting her fingers to his mouth. One by one, he kissed the pads with delicate brushes of his lips. Roxie quivered.
    Canting her head toward the driver, she asked in a soft whisper, “Can he hear us?”
    Her trembling had increased remarkably. Did she want him so much that she was willing to do him in a public place, much like in his crazy fantasy? “That’s one of the things that gave you away,” he told her with a short laugh. “You can’t hide your blue blood no matter what you do. It’s too ingrained in you.”
    Her eyes smiled now too. The angel had mated with the devil and come out to tease him into his version of a pleasurable inferno.
     
    Roxie didn’t notice the car moving forward. She had eyes for nothing else but Charlie. Her whole body was responding to his nearness, and now they were out of immediate danger she felt relief wash over her. Along with yearning for the man whom she’d eat up if given the chance.
    “You mentioned a sixty-nine,” she whispered with a naughty wink. “Will we still have the opportunity?”
    Charlie moaned. His eyes flicked toward the driver and back to Roxie. “You’re hot,” he choked out, his eyes bulging, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
    “Why don’t you cool me down a little?” she offered, her voice slick with meaning. His musky scent was heady and tempting. She raised her torso a fraction of an inch and lifted her dress up her thighs.
    He rasped out a breath. “I want to treat you like a princess,” he managed as his hand strayed to the top of her warm thigh.
    She shrugged. “Treat me any way you want later. For now, give me what I want.” Grasping his fingers, she edged them up to the hip of her cotton panties.
    “Oh God, Roxie. I’m burning up,” he murmured close to her earlobe. His breath was hot against her left cheek.
    She’d never been so forward with a man before and was immensely enjoying Charlie’s reaction. She gave him a wicked smile and traced the outline of his bulging erection through his jeans with the pad of her index finger. He glanced away at the Pacific Ocean with half-closed eyes, puffing small breaths, perhaps to steady his nerves. A bright green highway sign caught her eye. Thousand Oaks.
    “Have you ever made out in a car before?” she asked, ramping up the smile to mega-watts.
    His lips parted but no sound came. Instead he shook his head.
    Poor baby. He’s in for the ride of his life. As a matter of fact, I’ve never felt so raunchy, so inventive before. I want to give Charlie the best orgasm he’s ever had, just quietly, in the back seat of a car hurrying to safety. Perhaps the driver will get a hard-on too.
    “What do you feel?” she asked as his eyes narrowed into slits and he lowered his mouth to her neck. His lips nuzzled a trail of heated passion to her throat.
    “What do you want me to do with my fingers?” His voice was incredibly husky and sexy.
    She snorted. “Pleasure me.”
    “Do you mean fuck you?” He spoke softly, his head bent.
    “Yes.” Was Charlie examining her breasts as she gasped tiny breaths of anticipation?
    She parted her legs enough to allow his hand to edge between her tremulous thighs.
    “Have you ever made out in the back seat of a car before? While someone is driving?” This time his tone was laced with wry humor.
    She shook her head but her mind was preoccupied with sensual images of what he was doing. His strong fingers sliding between her warm skin and the cotton of her panties. His breath