“What were you thinking as you were driving?”
“What?” He couldn’t remember what he’d been thinking as her fingers traced his shaft.
“Driving. Erection. You. And me, I hope.”
“Of course. You, naked and slick in the sun.”
“Mmm,” she hummed approvingly. “What else?”
He shook his head. He didn’t want to frighten her or make her distrust him with his fantasy of unprotected sex.
“Must be something really naughty.” She shook her head. “You’ll tell me sooner or later. Lean your seat back.”
“No, Lily,” he protested, but she pulled his briefs down and he jutted into the narrow space between his belly and steering wheel.
She traced a finger over his tip. “Now, how am I supposed to suck on you when I can’t even reach you?”
He groaned and reclined the seat, a flush of needy embarrassment climbing his face.
She laughed softly. “Oh, Jack, so shy?”
“No,” he choked out.
“Good.” She gently kissed his tip. “I’ve wanted to do this since last night. I didn’t get a good look at you.”
“And what do you think?”
“Very nice.” She cupped his shaft and played with the head. “You really want me, don’t you?”
He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “What gave you that idea?”
“I’m a good guesser,” she teased him.
“No guessing needed. You ask me and I’ll tell you the truth.” At least part of it.
She smiled and gently blew on him.
“Ah, Lily.” He threaded his fingers down to her scalp, pulling out the band holding her hair back. The golden brown mass fell over her rosy cheeks and brushed his groin.
She enveloped him with her mouth and he clenched her hair. She was wet and warm around him, like last night. He thrust up between her lips.
It was heavenly. Lily was heavenly. She sucked deeply on him, jolting his nerves from head to toe. He dug his heels into the floormat, her hair wrapping around his hand.
She gave an utterly feminine hum of satisfaction, the vibration buzzing his shaft. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dampened his shirt. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and then licked him from the base to the tip as if he were an ice-cream cone.
His balls tightened and he gasped in pleasure. He’d never been so decadent, so intoxicated with lust, the southern sun burning him from the outside as Lily burned him from within. The cicadas buzzed and blood pounded in his ears. “Ah, Lily,” he moaned. “Stop, stop. I’m losing control.”
She laughed and lifted her mouth for a second. “Good, that’s the idea.” She resumed her tender caresses and sucked him deep.
He couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded, Lily draining him dry until he stopped bucking and jerking under her.
She finally lifted her head and smiled at him. “Jack.”
He stroked her silky hair down to the nape of her neck, amazed at her sexiness and sheer generosity. “Lily, you didn’t have to do that—I never expected you—”
“I know.” She smiled mischievously at him. “I’m learning to expect the unexpected this whole trip. But it was all my idea and I really wanted to pleasure you like you did for me last night.”
“Thank you, Lily.” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
She shook her head. “No thanking allowed. Unless you want me to start thanking you for everything you’ve done.”
“No.” He didn’t want gratitude from her. “I want your warmth, your passion and the pleasure of your company. Gratitude is not on that list.”
“That sounds lovely. You’re lovely.” She smiled at him and his heart flipped.
“Don’t be silly,” he said gruffly, trying to cover up his unruly emotions. “Men aren’t lovely.”
“You are.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Can you show me around the barn?”
Jack laughed and fixed his clothes. “Back to work, eh?”
“A freelancer is never off the job.” She started to blush. “Except for certain occasions.”
“Exactly.” She charmed him with her mix of boldness and shyness. He hopped out of the car and helped her out of the other side, where she oohed and aahed over the typically Provençal building.
Jack smiled to himself. If she liked this old wreck, she’d fall in love with the estate’s guesthouse. And he’d love seeing her there.
FORTUNATELY FOR LILY, there was plenty on the drive to distract her from memories of her boldness. She’d never imagined she’d do that to a man in a parked car, but she couldn’t help herself. Seducing Jack was as intoxicating as the local wine, and much more fun.
It was so flattering to know that watching her sleep aroused him to