Page 56 of Wicked Takeover
He just about died at the silky smoothness of her skin and that he couldn’t take her here as he wanted.
“Lauren.” He struggled to control himself. “Do you want this?” He slid his hand to her mound and buried his fingertips in her springy hair.
She nodded vigorously.
He pulled back his hand. “Then turn toward me and spread your thighs.”
She obeyed immediately.
He stroked her cleft and enjoyed her prolonged sigh. “See what you get when you cooperate?”
She mumbled something and wriggled closer. Pleased, he pulled away from the parking space. While he drove, he fondled her thigh. At each stoplight, he played with her intimately, tugging her curls and running his fingers over her clit. She puffed out a breath, sucked in more air, then lost it again. By the time they’d traveled several miles, Lauren didn’t bother looking at the nearby vehicles. Either she didn’t notice they were around or she no longer cared if those pickups and SUVs were high enough for their passengers to peer inside.
She was his. Willing. Wanting.
He coaxed her closer to orgasm at the next light. When it turned green, he drove a short distance, parked, and stopped touching her.
“No.” She made a whiny sound. “Don’t stop. I’m almost there. Let me finish.”
“You bet.” He got out, grabbed the basket from the backseat, and opened her door.
She frowned. “You left me hanging.”
“Consider it a slight delay.” He unbuckled her belt and cupped her naked ass to help her from the seat.
She inhaled sharply, smoothed down her skirt, and regarded the quiet residential street bathed in shadows. An occasional streetlamp and hazy moonlight were all that interrupted the velvety darkness. The faint breeze was humid but fresh. The ocean scent mingled with sweet perfume from countless flowers, vegetation, and mown lawns.
Lauren cupped his face. “Did you used to live around here?”
She’d spoken softly as one would in a sacred place.
He smiled. “No. Now we walk.” He took her hand.
She held his tightly. “To where?”
“You’ll see.”
He led her across the street and down several others. They passed residents out for a stroll or exercising their dogs. Dante exchanged brief greetings with them. Lauren took everything in, her steps halting. He guessed she was trying to figure out where they’d stop.
At last, they reached their destination.
Lauren froze and stared at the cop car near the park entrance.
Dante pulled her along.
“What are you doing?” She tried to hold him back but couldn’t. He was too big and determined.
He tugged her forward.
She twisted her hand, trying to free it. “We can’t go in there. It’s closed. Don’t you see the cop?”
The window on the squad car rolled down. “Hey, Dante.”
“Hey, yourself.” Gabe had been a good friend for years.
After giving Lauren the once-over, Gabe offered Dante a thumbs-up and pulled away.
Lauren watched the departing patrol car. “You know him?”
