car, and Joe looked it over before he moved in beside her. “You're telling me this doesn’t turn you on?” He ran his hand over the shiny paint job, long, inked fingers caressing the cars sleek lines. “Hmm? Not even a little?”
“Oh puh-lease. Only old farts who dye their hair and wear girdles drive monstrosities like this.”
“Have you ever had a ride in a Ferrari, Darce?”
She shook her head, backing up when he moved closer.
“The way the engine growls and rumbles, the sheer speed of one of these babies…”
He was right in front of her now, so damn close. She backed up a couple steps until she met the tall brick wall edging the lot, doing her best not to show how much he affected her. “So what happens now?”
His hand slid into his pocket, and he pulled out the code grabber devise they’d used on the Porsche the other night. “We wait for the owner, intercept the signal when he uses his fob to unlock it, then follow him and take this baby off his hands.”
“Well, I guess we need to find a spot to wait…”
There was a scrape and a laugh behind them. They both froze.
“Hey! Get away from my car,” someone yelled.
Shit.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” Joe whispered.
“What…”
“Now.”
She did as he said, and he leaned into her, hands dropping to her goddamn ass, again. Then he hoisted her higher, so their mouths were just an inch apart.
“What are you…?”
“Kiss me.”
Joe,” she warned.
“We don’t want him calling security.”
The pulse at her neck was thudding, heavy and thick.
“We don’t have another choice,” he rasped.
Dammit . Her thigh muscles twitched before she yanked up her dress and wrapped her legs around his waist. It was either that, or let her legs dangle above the ground like a rag doll.
He sucked in a breath, then his teeth flashed in the moonlight.
“Get on with it then.” She was going for unaffected, but yeah, she wasn’t fooling anyone. Not with the way her heart was attempting to pound right out of her chest.
His nose slid along hers briefly, skin warm, the beard surrounding his lips tickling her chin, making her shiver. Then he closed the gap, soft yet firm lips pressing against hers. She had every intension of faking it, knowing all too well the dangers of kissing this man. The trouble it could get her into. But then he swiped his tongue over her lower lip, and she was—gone. Just like that, one stroke, one taste of him, the smell of his skin, the rasp of his beard against her cheek, and she was helpless to resist.
Then he did it again, and her mouth opened on a moan. His tongue slid in, tangling with hers—slow, deep, greedy licks that curled her toes. His hands tightened on her ass, squeezing, and she started to tremble. Gripping the side of his neck with one hand and fisting the lapel of his suit jacket, holding him to her, with the other, she started kissing him back. His deep groan turned her lower belly liquid. God, she was losing the battle here. Hell, who was she kidding? She’d already lost it completely.
His cock was hard, and he pressed deeper, grinding against her, making her whimper.
“Fuck, Darcey,” he said against her lips. “You want this, sweetheart, just as much as me.” His voice was rough with lust, but there was a vulnerability there that made her chest tight.
She did. She wanted it. She wanted him. “Yes,” she whispered.
He shuddered, breath rushing past his lips, fingers digging deeper into her ass cheeks. “Darcey… Shit, baby…”
“You better not have scratched my goddamn paint.”
Joe stilled, then lifted his head, resting his forehead briefly against hers before he turned to face the owner of the car.
“Sorry, we got a little carried away.”
Joe eased her back to her feet, covering her with his body, giving her time to tug down her dress before they moved.
“We were just about to leave anyway.”
His hand slid into his pocket, and she knew he was getting ready for the guy
“Oh puh-lease. Only old farts who dye their hair and wear girdles drive monstrosities like this.”
“Have you ever had a ride in a Ferrari, Darce?”
She shook her head, backing up when he moved closer.
“The way the engine growls and rumbles, the sheer speed of one of these babies…”
He was right in front of her now, so damn close. She backed up a couple steps until she met the tall brick wall edging the lot, doing her best not to show how much he affected her. “So what happens now?”
His hand slid into his pocket, and he pulled out the code grabber devise they’d used on the Porsche the other night. “We wait for the owner, intercept the signal when he uses his fob to unlock it, then follow him and take this baby off his hands.”
“Well, I guess we need to find a spot to wait…”
There was a scrape and a laugh behind them. They both froze.
“Hey! Get away from my car,” someone yelled.
Shit.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” Joe whispered.
“What…”
“Now.”
She did as he said, and he leaned into her, hands dropping to her goddamn ass, again. Then he hoisted her higher, so their mouths were just an inch apart.
“What are you…?”
“Kiss me.”
Joe,” she warned.
“We don’t want him calling security.”
The pulse at her neck was thudding, heavy and thick.
“We don’t have another choice,” he rasped.
Dammit . Her thigh muscles twitched before she yanked up her dress and wrapped her legs around his waist. It was either that, or let her legs dangle above the ground like a rag doll.
He sucked in a breath, then his teeth flashed in the moonlight.
“Get on with it then.” She was going for unaffected, but yeah, she wasn’t fooling anyone. Not with the way her heart was attempting to pound right out of her chest.
His nose slid along hers briefly, skin warm, the beard surrounding his lips tickling her chin, making her shiver. Then he closed the gap, soft yet firm lips pressing against hers. She had every intension of faking it, knowing all too well the dangers of kissing this man. The trouble it could get her into. But then he swiped his tongue over her lower lip, and she was—gone. Just like that, one stroke, one taste of him, the smell of his skin, the rasp of his beard against her cheek, and she was helpless to resist.
Then he did it again, and her mouth opened on a moan. His tongue slid in, tangling with hers—slow, deep, greedy licks that curled her toes. His hands tightened on her ass, squeezing, and she started to tremble. Gripping the side of his neck with one hand and fisting the lapel of his suit jacket, holding him to her, with the other, she started kissing him back. His deep groan turned her lower belly liquid. God, she was losing the battle here. Hell, who was she kidding? She’d already lost it completely.
His cock was hard, and he pressed deeper, grinding against her, making her whimper.
“Fuck, Darcey,” he said against her lips. “You want this, sweetheart, just as much as me.” His voice was rough with lust, but there was a vulnerability there that made her chest tight.
She did. She wanted it. She wanted him. “Yes,” she whispered.
He shuddered, breath rushing past his lips, fingers digging deeper into her ass cheeks. “Darcey… Shit, baby…”
“You better not have scratched my goddamn paint.”
Joe stilled, then lifted his head, resting his forehead briefly against hers before he turned to face the owner of the car.
“Sorry, we got a little carried away.”
Joe eased her back to her feet, covering her with his body, giving her time to tug down her dress before they moved.
“We were just about to leave anyway.”
His hand slid into his pocket, and she knew he was getting ready for the guy
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