entire tank of gas, another cup of coffee and emptied bladder. She was still sleeping when night fell.
She snored. Real, actual snores. Loud enough to make me laugh every time, because it was so damned cute.
In the middle of the night, she finally stirred. Blinked awake. “Shit. I slept. Where are we?”
“You were out for damn near twelve hours.” I pointed out the window at the darkness.
She blinked again. “Twelve hours?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
She bit her lip and sat upright. “I, um…have to pee.”
I glanced at the GPS. “Don’t think we’re all that near a stop. How bad?”
She winced. “Like, pull over right the fuck now.”
I pointed at the windshield—which was wet, wipers going. “Uh, it’s pouring out.”
“Well, I’m about to go in my big girl panties in about ten seconds. I’ll just have to get a little hardcore.”
I glanced at her, and she had her knees pinched hard together and was bouncing in her seat. “Shit, all right. Here we go.”
I pulled over onto the shoulder and put on the flashers—fortunately, we were in an area with an actual shoulder, a place where the hills approached the mountains, and there wasn’t a car in sight. As soon as we were fully stopped, she threw open the door and leaped out.
“Shit, it’s really fucking raining!” she yelled, then glanced at me. “This is gonna be an eyeful for you, Rhys.”
And right there in the relative lee of the open door, rain spattering the seat and the door and the inside of the Jeep, she dropped her jeans and kicked off one leg, moving with desperate, jerky speed, held them out of the way, and squatted.
“Don’t watch,” she muttered. “It’s embarrassing.”
“No it ain’t,” I said, even as I looked out the other side.
I heard her peeing, though, and it was a little weird. Intensely personal, hearing her pee hit the grass in a very, very long stream.
Finally, she stood up and leapt into the Jeep and shut the door, her jeans and underwear half on and half off. She was dripping wet and soaked through from spending mere moments outside. She just sat on the seat, half-dressed, a blank expression on her face.
And then she started laughing, hysterical and unhinged. “I really just have the worst luck with rain, don’t I?” The laughter died, and she started putting her jeans and thong back on, but they were wet from being in the rain. She glanced at me. “I’m guessing you wouldn’t be super mad if I just…didn’t put my pants back on?”
I couldn’t help but look at her—we were still stopped, flashers on, so I took my time looking her over. Nothing on but a wet T-shirt, and that was sticking to her, highlighting her curves.
I swallowed hard. “Uh, no. Nope. Wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t put pants back on.” In the interest of keeping to our agreement of not touching each other, I turned off the flashers and checked over my shoulder for traffic before accelerating onto the highway again. “I mean, shit, you wanna just take off your shirt too, I’d be all right with that.”
She kicked her jeans off with her toes and then tugged her thong off and tossed both behind her onto the back seat. “Just…buck naked in the car?” she asked, an eyebrow quirked, a smirk at the corner of her mouth.
I nodded, shrugged. “Middle of the night, middle of nowhere, got three-quarters of a tank of gas.” I gestured at her. “Strip down if you want. Can’t guarantee I won’t be stealing looks at you, but I’ll do my damnedest to keep my hands to myself and keep driving.”
“If I’m naked, you’re allowed to look.” She swallowed hard, ducked her head. “I like the way you look at me.” A long hesitation. “I like the way you touch me.”
I gripped the steering wheel hard, yanking the shifter down into fourth and then slamming it up into fifth as I reached the speed limit. “We agreed we wouldn’t touch each other until we had a chance to figure things out.”
She peeled her shirt off, setting her tits free with a bounce and a sway, and then I had myself a naked Torie in my Jeep—and a hell of a hard-on.
I clutched the shifter so hard I heard the plastic creak in protest.
I had to focus on the road, dammit. But there she was, naked. Thighs splayed just enough to give me a teasing glimpse at her core, thin pink outer lips and protruding delicate clitoris,