Jonah (Chicago Blaze #7) - Brenda Rothert Page 0,40

in mind. We take an Uber back to my place, and it’s all I can do to keep my hands from roaming beneath her dress during the ride.

“Hey, are you two famous or something?” the Uber driver asks, eyeing us in the rearview mirror.

“Nah, just dressed up for a charity event,” I answer, trying to keep my voice level as Rey slides her hand up my inner thigh.

“You look famous,” he says skeptically.

“I play hockey,” I say, easing the bottom of Rey’s dress up enough that I can brush my hand across her bare knee.

Her dark eyes flare with desire and she squeezes my leg gently, causing my erection to swell against the seam of my pants. I’m aching to touch all the hidden parts of her.

“I think that’s it,” the driver says, grinning. “I saw pictures of you guys in the paper. You’re the widowed guy who found love again, aren’t you? From the Blaze. Jordan West, right?”

Rey smiles, amused.

“Jonah,” I say, smiling back at her. “And yeah, that’s me.”

“Man, that’s cool.” He nods, pleased that he figured it out. “Wish I could find somebody good. All I got is a shady ex who keeps coming into my apartment and crapping in my toilet.”

“What?” Rey leans forward, suddenly more interested in our strange conversation with our driver than me.

“Yeah, man. She craps in there and doesn’t flush it. Like every day.”

Rey scrunches her face and says, “That’s disgusting.”

“She’s crazy,” the Uber driver says dismissively.

“I’m glad you’re not crazy, babe,” I murmur in Rey’s ear, nuzzling her neck.

“Most of the time I’m not,” she says lightly, her hand back on my thigh.

I’ve never felt such an overwhelming desire to take a woman to bed, and I only have so much time with Rey. I want to enjoy every second she’s here with me, because eventually, I’ll end up alone again.

I use the address for the apartment building next to mine when using Uber because I don’t want drivers to know where I live. When we pull up, the driver asks, “Hey, can I get a picture with you guys?”

“Sure,” Rey says as she slides out of the car.

We all assemble on the sidewalk, the driver standing between me and Rey. He holds up his phone and grins, taking several shots.

“Oh!” he says, grinning. “How bout a little video of you two saying, ‘we love you, Manny?’”

“Are you…serious?” I ask.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll put it up on Facebook.” He fiddles with his phone and says, “I got it. Say, ‘we love you, Manny, you’re the best Uber driver in Chicago.’”

Rey looks amused, her brows arched, but I have nowhere near the amount of patience that she does tonight. I’m not getting cockblocked by this Uber driver.

“Real quick,” I tell Manny. “We’ll do one take.”

“Could you also do a video message for my mom?”

I shake my head and say, “Dude, it’s late. Start the camera and we’ll do the first thing, but that’s it.”

Rey and I stand together and record his message, and she surprises me by leaning up a little for a kiss at the end. I don’t even feel the cool night air anymore, but I don’t know if it’s from the kiss or the warmth in her eyes.

“That was awesome,” Manny says, punching the air. “Thanks, guys.”

“Have a good night,” I say, taking Rey’s hand and pulling her toward my building.

As soon as the elevator doors close behind us, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against me, cupping her cheek as I kiss her the way I’ve been fucking dying to all night. Her little moans as I ravage her mouth with mine make me want to fuck her against the elevator wall right this second.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, though, and we tumble out together. I fumble in my pants for my keys, somehow getting the door unlocked, and shoving it closed behind us.

We waste no time, her tugging off the pieces of my tux as I slide the zipper of her dress down. It drops to the floor and reveals something that looks like a one-piece swimsuit beneath.

“Fucking Spanx,” she breathes, sliding the straps down from her shoulders.

I slip off my shoes and step out of my pants and boxers as I watch her wiggle her way out of the Spanx, both turned on and amused by her at the same time.

She looks like a goddess, all curves and smooth, sexy skin. But the firebrand I’ve grown so fond of is