White Ginger by Thatcher Robinson Page B

He caught them and tossed them aside.
    â€œNo, you don’t,” he agreed. His smile was wicked as he stared at her. “You look better. ‘The older the ginger, the hotter the spice.’”
    The flattery had a volatile affect. Bai dropped to her knees on the floor of the car and reached over to grab the waist of Jason’s pants to pull them down around his knees. His boxers came along for the ride. Then she got up to straddle him. She leaned in to kiss him and eased herself slowly down. His tongue sought hers while she moved up and down, the motion gaining momentum at his urging, his hands gripping her waist and then moving up to fondle her breasts.
    It didn’t take long to climax. When Bai peaked, it was violent and frantic. Jason bucked under her. His hands dug into her thighs painfully as she thrust against him, her palms pressed against the roof of the car for leverage. Tremors ran through her body. Blue dots blurred her vision while her back arched in spasms to snatch the breath from her lungs.
    Jason’s body went rigid before relaxing. They held each other and gasped for breath. His hands loosened their painful grip. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to burrow his head into her shoulder. His voice was muffled against her neck.
    â€œYou make me weak,” he said as he pulled her face down to kiss her.
    She held on tightly, reluctant to move. The warmth of his breath against her neck, the beating of his heart beneath her palm, the feel of his hands on her bare skin—all soothed her. She felt as if she could have stayed like that forever.
    She loosened her grip and dropped her head to look into his eyes. “You make me reckless. I guess we’re even.”
    Jason seemed to think about her statement.
    â€œNot quite even.” His voice held a hint of mischief. “I think you still owe me for that little stunt in the café today.”
    Bai rolled off his lap, so she could confront him. “It seems to me your robbing me of any shred of dignity would be sufficient payment. Having sex in the backseat of a car like a teenager should read ‘paid in full’ on that marker.”
    Jason looked abashed. “This wasn’t my idea.”
    She stared at him, at a loss for words. He looked back innocently.
    Her voice cracked like chipped ice. “Would you like to rephrase that?”
    He looked at her, his demeanor thoughtful. “I meant to say it wasn’t entirely my idea.”
    His response had the impact of a cold shower.
    â€œWhere are my things?” she demanded, searching for her black clothing scattered around the equally black interior of the limo.
    â€œYour pants are over here,” he offered, handing her the jeans. “I think your shirt and bra went over my head.”
    He busied himself by pulling up his pants and straightening his clothes while Bai scuttled to the back of the compartment to look for her shirt and bra. Clothes in hand, she dropped to the floor to find her shoes. She found everything but her panties, which had gone mysteriously missing. It took another five minutes to find them wedged between the seat cushions where they’d landed in the heat of the moment.
    By the time she’d dressed, the limo was flying down Highway 101 and nearing the airport. Jason studied her from across the aisle.
    His lips quirked up in amusement. “You’re not angry, are you?”
    â€œOnly at myself,” she replied. “Every time I see you I end up naked. I feel like a fool.”
    â€œIs ending up naked a bad thing?”
    Jason waited patiently for an answer. He looked at her warily.
    Bai let out a weary sigh. “I don’t really know. I seem to have my life under control, and then I see you and my life’s out of control again. I feel like I’m riding a roller coaster.”
    â€œIt’s a fun ride,” he quipped.
    â€œThat’s not the point. We both know it’s a fun ride. The