gaze taking the scenic route back to her face. "You are gorgeous." Fucking gorgeous, and the amount of blood flowing to my dick is an issue I'll be unable to hide in another minute.
Her teeth scrape over her lip as we stare into each other's eyes. "Make it a hot fudge sundae, and I'm yours."
I reach to where she's tucked her earbuds around sports bra strap, the back of my hand dangerously close to the swell of her chest. "Mine, huh?" I flick one of the tiny speakers.
"Eh, you'll have to run it by Finn."
Her calm reply and little shrug don't fool me. She's affected. The proof lies in the bud of her nipple poking against her sports bra, as hard as I am beneath my belt.
I shift my hips in an attempt to calm the fuck down. "You're fooling yourself if you think Finn's gonna have a say in this."
"Oh?" Her tongue slides over the center of her bottom lip the way it did the other night, leaving a damp trail glistening in the sunlight, and the man resolved to proper behavior breaks under the strain of pure animal lust.
I cup the back of her neck. My fingers sliding into her scraped back hair and loosening her ponytail, as I draw her head near until we're exchanging the same air between our lips. Was I a bit rough? Judging by her breathless "oomph" and her hands bracing against my ribs as she stumbles over her feet, I'd say yes. I don't care. Her quick, shallow breaths and the way her fingertips dig into my skin say she doesn't either.
"Not. One. Damn. Bit."
"Hey, Coop!" Owen's shout prevents me from licking the moisture from Jess's lip.
Jess chuckles at my muttered, "Fuck" and I return her grin, though smiling is the last thing on my mind this second.
"Yeah?" I look to the house where Owen waves by the front door. Jess has me forgetting we're in public.
"We're all good. I'll drive the Nova to the shop after lunch."
Giving Owen a wave of acknowledgment, I release Jess with reluctance, mourning the loss of her heated skin, and step to the side.
She presses her open hand against her stomach. "I guess we can go?"
I reconsider for all of five seconds before the red rims of her eyes rein me in. A knight in shining armor I am not, but resisting the need to rescue this girl is futile.
I extend my arm out before us. "Shall we?" I ask, my hand grazing the sweat-dampened skin at the small of her back when she steps in front of me.
"I'm not exactly dressed for an outing."
My greedy eyes soak up her exposed skin. Nearly every inch of the curve of her spine from neck to tailbone is visible through crisscrossing straps. I readjust myself. "What? I like the outfit." Jess levels a stink eye on me. "Fine. I have a clean tee in the backseat you can slip on."
I walk around Jess, moving for the door, when she stops by the hood and studies the car. She’s an exceptional vehicle. A junker Owen's uncle picked up that Dad and I bought off him. I spent five years restoring her between school, football, and injuries. Appreciation twinkles in Jess's eyes. It's impossible to not appreciate her. Her being the car, but the same notion applies to Jess. The way she nibbles on her bottom lip. The way she crosses an arm over her stomach and rests the other on it while twirling the ends of her hair. The way her bright eyes lift from the car and meet mine.
She slays me.
Her finger traces the contour of the side panel. "You must be a fan of Supernatural."
The show? My hand stills on the door handle. "Uh, they drive an Impala, Jess. This is a '68 Chevelle."
She inspects the vehicle a second time, her brows furrowing while her gaze runs along the front end. "And there's a difference?"
A difference?
"Wow." Jess rests her hip against the car and crosses her arms again. "You should see the disgust on your face. You'd think I insulted your dog."
I bite my tongue and look toward the sky. "Get in."
Her lips tighten, a little hum escaping before she asks, "Are you sure you want my sweaty body in your pretty car?"
Oh, if she only knew where I wanted her sweaty body.
Forcing a swallow, I pop open the passenger door. "Jess."
She straightens with a smirk and walks around me and the door, stopping to explore the