mouth and sliding her tongue along his. She made the tiniest noise of pleasure when she did it too, and Connor couldn’t stifle his groan. He slid his right hand around her and settled it into the dip at the small of her back, pulling her forward until she had no choice but to press herself against him. She rose up on her knees to put her hands on his shoulders, and Connor gripped the steering wheel tightly in his left hand. It was the only thing keeping him from grabbing her hips, tearing off those tiny cotton shorts of hers and pulling her down on top of him.
It seemed to last forever, until his hands got sweaty and the windows began steaming up around them. Gabby sucked his lower lip into her mouth, then giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“We’re gonna get in trouble if we keep this up,” she said.
“I have no problem with that.”
He didn’t bother to say that he was pretty sure he was in trouble already.
Gabby shimmied away and put her glasses back on. She turned back to grin at him, one bare shoulder peeping out of his sweatshirt and her hair falling over her face. She looked like his wildest schoolgirl fantasy come to life. She needed to get inside before he cracked.
She wriggled out of his sweatshirt and handed it to him. “Goodnight.”
“Night. See you Saturday.”
She hopped down out of the truck and closed the door. Connor watched her cross the lawn, resisting the urge to lift his sweatshirt to his face and breathe in the scent she was sure to have left behind on it until she was out of sight. When she finally went inside, he buried his nose in the cotton. It smelled amazing.
He dropped it into his lap, mashed his head against the headrest and stared up at the ceiling. God, he deserved a fucking medal for holding himself back like that. She was hitting all his trigger points, finding everything that set him off and making him harder than he’d been in his life. He didn’t just like doing it in public—it wasn’t just the thrill of getting caught. He got off on being totally filthy with a girl, in watching her completely give in to lust regardless of where they were. That wasn’t happening with Gabby in the cab of Dean’s truck, especially after their little question and answer period that had only made him like her more.
Connor sighed and started the engine. He hadn’t found out everything he’d wanted to, but they had time. He’d be seeing her in two days. He could ask her more questions on the hike.
If he was able to keep his hands off her, that was.
With a smile that stretched his cheeks to cartoon-like proportions, he drove back to the tavern. It had cleared out a little since they’d left, and he snagged a spot out front. He found Dean in the back, still at the pool table. Mikey was playing him now and losing. Badly.
“Where’d Jamie go?”
Dean sank a solid then stood up. “She’s about to ply me with some coffee. Just went off to the bartender to ask them to brew me a pot. What is it with these women trying to make honest men out of us?”
“You’re sober enough to drive, then?”
“I will be soon.”
“Good.” Connor handed over the keys to the truck. “Thanks for letting me take Gabby home. By the way, if you ever touch her again, I’ll kill you.”
“About that.” Dean balanced his cue against the table. “You’re into her. I can tell. But you might want to back off on this one.”
Connor’s smile hit a pothole. “Why?”
“Because she is who she is, and you are…” Dean waved a hand in front of him. “You.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Whoa, chill. All I mean is, she seems like kind of girl who might take certain things seriously.”
“Things…like, sex?” Connor chuckled. Dean didn’t know the half of it. “Don’t worry about it. We’re good on that front.”
“So you’ve changed your M.O. with her, then?”
“Well, no—”
“Ah. I’m guessing she wasn’t the one who started up shit with you
It seemed to last forever, until his hands got sweaty and the windows began steaming up around them. Gabby sucked his lower lip into her mouth, then giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“We’re gonna get in trouble if we keep this up,” she said.
“I have no problem with that.”
He didn’t bother to say that he was pretty sure he was in trouble already.
Gabby shimmied away and put her glasses back on. She turned back to grin at him, one bare shoulder peeping out of his sweatshirt and her hair falling over her face. She looked like his wildest schoolgirl fantasy come to life. She needed to get inside before he cracked.
She wriggled out of his sweatshirt and handed it to him. “Goodnight.”
“Night. See you Saturday.”
She hopped down out of the truck and closed the door. Connor watched her cross the lawn, resisting the urge to lift his sweatshirt to his face and breathe in the scent she was sure to have left behind on it until she was out of sight. When she finally went inside, he buried his nose in the cotton. It smelled amazing.
He dropped it into his lap, mashed his head against the headrest and stared up at the ceiling. God, he deserved a fucking medal for holding himself back like that. She was hitting all his trigger points, finding everything that set him off and making him harder than he’d been in his life. He didn’t just like doing it in public—it wasn’t just the thrill of getting caught. He got off on being totally filthy with a girl, in watching her completely give in to lust regardless of where they were. That wasn’t happening with Gabby in the cab of Dean’s truck, especially after their little question and answer period that had only made him like her more.
Connor sighed and started the engine. He hadn’t found out everything he’d wanted to, but they had time. He’d be seeing her in two days. He could ask her more questions on the hike.
If he was able to keep his hands off her, that was.
With a smile that stretched his cheeks to cartoon-like proportions, he drove back to the tavern. It had cleared out a little since they’d left, and he snagged a spot out front. He found Dean in the back, still at the pool table. Mikey was playing him now and losing. Badly.
“Where’d Jamie go?”
Dean sank a solid then stood up. “She’s about to ply me with some coffee. Just went off to the bartender to ask them to brew me a pot. What is it with these women trying to make honest men out of us?”
“You’re sober enough to drive, then?”
“I will be soon.”
“Good.” Connor handed over the keys to the truck. “Thanks for letting me take Gabby home. By the way, if you ever touch her again, I’ll kill you.”
“About that.” Dean balanced his cue against the table. “You’re into her. I can tell. But you might want to back off on this one.”
Connor’s smile hit a pothole. “Why?”
“Because she is who she is, and you are…” Dean waved a hand in front of him. “You.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Whoa, chill. All I mean is, she seems like kind of girl who might take certain things seriously.”
“Things…like, sex?” Connor chuckled. Dean didn’t know the half of it. “Don’t worry about it. We’re good on that front.”
“So you’ve changed your M.O. with her, then?”
“Well, no—”
“Ah. I’m guessing she wasn’t the one who started up shit with you
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