Driving Her Crazy - By Amy Andrews Page 0,56

we?’

She smiled as she plucked another out of the bag and licked it before she popped it into her mouth. ‘Nope.’

‘You’re talking trading sexual favours?’

‘Yep.’

‘I love your dirty mind.’

Sadie laughed. She loved how he looked at her—as if he’d already stripped her naked.

Leo had looked at her as if he could fix her.

Kent looked at her as if she was already perfect.

‘I spy with my little eye, something beginning with...’ she pulled another Twistie out of the packet and poked it into her cleavage ‘...T,’ she said, looking up when she was satisfied with the placement.

Kent’s breath hitched in his chest as saliva coated his mouth. He was reminded of how he’d thought about eating Twisties off her body last night and he was hard in under ten seconds. ‘How about we play truth and dare instead?’ he suggested, his voice rough and low.

‘Truth and dare,’ Sadie mused as she placed a second in her cleavage.

‘I dare you to strip down to your underwear and stay that way until we get to Darwin.’

He held his breath as he waited for her reply. The Sadie from a couple of days ago would have flayed him alive at the suggestion. Hell, the Kent from a couple of days ago would never have suggested it. But this Sadie, hell-bent on decorating herself in snack food, looked as if she was up for something totally spontaneous.

He certainly was.

Sadie felt her breath thicken in her throat and her nipples bead at his indecent proposal. ‘Sure. But I dare you not to touch. Think you could manage that?’

Kent’s pulse wooshed through his ears. She looked so damn sure of herself and he was torn between being the dare-taking kid of old who’d do anything to win and knowing that, if she really did get down to her underwear, it would only be a matter of time before he folded.

He nodded. ‘Absolutely.’

Sadie smiled at the bob of his throat. ‘Okay, then.’

Kent tried really hard to concentrate on the road, but it was difficult with Sadie shimmying out of her clothes in his peripheral vision. In under a minute she was sitting in some hot-looking red and black matching underwear—Twisties protruding from her cleavage.

Sadie tossed her clothing on the floor and smiled at him. ‘I give you—’ she looked at the clock ‘—five minutes.’

Kent kept his eyes firmly trained on the road. ‘Easy,’ he scoffed.

‘Yes.’ She smiled as she shoved another lurid orange finger into her bra. ‘I know.’

Kent tapped his foot as the minutes slowly ticked by and Sadie shoved more Twisties everywhere. Her hair, her bra straps, snuggled against her nipples, her belly button.

At four minutes and thirty seconds she pulled the band of her knickers out and dropped one down the front, closing it with a snap.

‘Right!’ Kent said, indicating abruptly as he took the car cross country, right off the road. ‘You win.’

The three-hour trip took about double that by the time he’d relieved her of all the hidden food and licked all the Twistie dust off her and she’d eaten a few off him. It was early evening when they drove into the outskirts of Darwin.

Kent looked at Sadie as she stared out of the window. She’d been curiously quiet the last hour or so. ‘Cat got your tongue, Sadie Bliss?’

Sadie turned and smiled at him. She’d been conscious of their time running out and it was making her wistful. ‘I didn’t think you liked me chattering?’

‘Since when did that stop you?’

Sadie ignored him. Since their relationship, or whatever the hell it was now, had moved to another level, since they’d both got to know each other a little better, she didn’t feel a blinding need to fill up the silence.

The silence was companionable. Maybe that was the sex. Whatever—it wasn’t awkward for her any more.

‘Airport?’ Kent asked a moment later. ‘Or night in a swanky hotel and airport in the morning?’

Sadie felt her heart rate pick up a little. One last night with Kent. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe this was the start of something. As addictive as Kent could be, he had issues to get sorted. So did she. She needed to sort out what she wanted to do with her life and she didn’t need the distraction of him.

She didn’t want to trade one addiction for another.

‘What, no spiders? No scorpions?’

Kent grinned. ‘How will we manage?’

‘Lead the way.’

Half an hour later they were opening the door to the executive suite at the Esplanade Central. Sadie brushed past Kent and