Dirty Deals by Nicole James Page 0,14
the road straightens out.
“Holy fuck, what an awesome sports car.”
I burst out laughing.
“Not kidding, babe. Fucking phenomenal control, fantastic steering precision, gorgeous suspension – you can tell it’s expensively engineered. The ride control, the stability, the way it tackles tight corners is just amazing.”
“Porsche is proud of it, that’s for sure,” I say. “It cost enough.”
“Yeah, babe, but having an engine do exactly what you want, when you want, and sound enthusiastic about it while doing it is fucking fantastic. It’s worth every penny you forked over.”
“Well, I’m glad you like it. That was pretty much how I felt the first time I test-drove one. It was like an instant high. Of course, I didn’t describe it so technically, like you did. I think my reaction was more like, ‘Oh my God, I want this car!’”
His laughter is deep and throaty, and I’m suddenly finding I’m just as addicted to it as I am my baby.
We pull back up the drive. Rusty parks and looks over at me. “Only one thing wrong with it.”
I’m shocked he can find anything wrong with my baby. My face falls in unexpected disappointment. “What?”
“The fucking yellow color.” He shakes his head. “I could never own a yellow car.”
“Well, you don’t. This is my baby, and I love the color.”
“For you, yeah. It suits you. Flashy and fast.”
I grin. “You give good compliments.”
“That’s not the only thing I do well. C’mere.” He leans over, cups my jaw, and pulls me in for a kiss. There’s something about a first kiss, and I’m glad ours is happening in my favorite place—my sexy car.
He’s no slouch at kissing, and soon I’m completely oblivious of everything around me. There’s just his mouth on mine as his tongue sweeps inside. His beard against my skin is erotic as hell, and the scruff is much softer than I’d expected. I lift a hand to cup his jaw, running my thumb over it.
Those soft strokes ratchet up his enthusiasm, and he leans farther into my space. Finally, he pulls back to breathe, but only an inch. He stares down at me and runs the pad of his thumb across my plump bottom lip that feels swollen from his kisses.
“Been wantin’ to do that since I laid eyes on you, Ashlynn.”
I don’t want to talk, so I reach up and pull his head down for more.
He gives me what I want, one hand running over the curves of my body from thigh to waist.
The sudden pelting of rain on the roof and windshield startles us.
He pulls back to look. Big fat raindrops hit the glass. “Fuck, it’s about to be a downpour.” He glances up and sees the garage door opener the landlord gave me, and he hits it. The door rises, and he fires the car up and rolls us in.
“You should pull your bike in,” I say.
We scramble out, and he dashes to it, taking the grips in his hands, kicking up the stand, and pushing it inside.
I glance across the yard to the back steps. The rain is bombarding the ground, but the drops are spaced out far apart.
“Make a dash for it?” he asks, grinning.
I smile and nod and off we go. We dash up the steps and into the door, laughing as we shake the water from us.
“Oo-wee,” he says, running a hand over his hair.
We’re both breathing hard, and suddenly we just stare at each other, neither one saying a word. It’s magical, and I feel a jolt of desire skitter up my spine. He takes a step toward me, then another. I can’t look away from the heat in his eyes. It’s burning me up, and I feel my body’s response. My nipples tighten under my damp shirt, and I know I’m wet in other places, as well.
He’s standing close now, so close the air between us is electrified. He lifts a hand and brushes a lock of hair from my face, and then without warning he dips down and scoops me up in his arms, his hands on my ass. My legs go naturally around his hips as I gasp in a breath. He pushes me to the wall, and his mouth comes down on mine; hungry, starving, ravenous kisses convey exactly what he wants.
I cup his face and return his kisses with ones of my own, just as hot and heavy and needy as his.
This time when he breaks away, he’s breathing hard as he stares down at me and growls, “Where’s your