running it through my hair and resting it on my hip.
She purses her lips. Maybe she isn't impressed but, she's interested. All I have to do is give her a push or pull her in.
Before I can do either, she turns away.
My shoulders sink. "What? Too smart for you?"
She doesn't answer as she starts walking off.
"Do you always force yourself to do the things you don't like? Do you think that's smart?"
Still, she walks.
"What? Are you actually afraid of doing something for yourself?"
That makes her stop and turn. And march back towards me with fists clenched at her sides.
I grin. That's right. Come to Daddy.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" She glares at me. "Don't you dare talk as if you know me, because you don't."
"I know you want me," I tell her. "But you're too scared to admit it, just as you were too scared to tell your so-called friends you'd rather stay at home and read a book then go to a bar."
She stops in front of me and purses her lips.
"You're curious, but you don't know if it's right. You think you and I could have some fun, but you're not sure you deserve it, or you think you'll regret it later."
Those copper eyes narrow at me. "Are you a shrink?"
"You're the one who's going to be a doctor, not me," I answer as I walk to her side. "And I don't know if you've heard, but medical school is tough. And it doesn't get easier. You'll be busy, sleep-deprived and stressed out for the rest of your life."
She steps away. "I know."
I look into her eyes as I step forward. "So you know this may be your last chance to have fun?"
She moves away but her back hits the side of my car. I've got her cornered. Checkmate.
I lean against the car as I hold her gaze. "You're giving up your life to save others. Don't you think you should do at least one thing for yourself first?"
The lump in her throat moves. Her breathing becomes more labored.
And I go in for the kill.
I lean over and cover her mouth with mine. At first, she doesn't move. She goes as still as a statue, holding her breath. Then, very slowly, her lips quiver and part to let a breath escape.
I press my lips against hers. She pushes back, hesitantly at first and then more eagerly as she grips the sides of my jacket.
I lift my hand to stroke her cheek. Her lips part. I slip my tongue in and taste bourbon. I coax hers to play as I push her head back. My hand cradles her jaw.
The tastes of Manhattan and Old Fashioned mingle between our mouths, the bitters turning into sweet. She moans and the sound goes straight to my groin.
I grip her hip and bring it towards mine so I can grind my body against hers. Her hands go to my back. Her breasts rub against my chest. Heat and adrenaline rush through my veins. My cock swells. So does my impatience.
I open the door to the backseat of the Cayenne and usher her in. I hastily get rid of my jacket before joining her.
The door closes. Our mouths meet again. I slide her bonnet off and run my fingers through her hair as we kiss. I place my other hand on her breast, and when she doesn't protest, I slip it beneath her sweater and her shirt. Her skin feels hot beneath my palm. She shudders.
I slide my palm up smooth skin, feeling the slim body concealed beneath her baggy clothes. Finally, my fingers brush against something even smoother - silk. I caress her breast through it with my thumb. She stiffens and then pulls her mouth away. A blush coats her cheeks.
I hold her gaze as my thumb circles her nipple and then presses down. She gasps.
I kiss her again, robbing her of breath as my thumb slides under the silk cup. It rubs against her stiff nipple and she shudders as she clings to me. Her fingers pierce cotton as they dig into my back.
I pull my shirt off before taking hers off along with her sweater. I plant my mouth on her neck and suck on the supple skin as I play with her breast. Then my hand slides down. It slips between her legs to caress her through layers of fabric and she throws her head back. Her soft moans fill the car.
I unzip her pants and