Page 61 of Unleashed
"Nice truck," she says.
My gaze tracks down her body, landing on her perfect legs. “Nice skirt, Harps.”
She turns to face me, and my heart skips a damn beat.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” she warns.
"I'm not thinking anything, Harper."
Truth is, she’s the one thing I do think about every day.
"Liar." She teases.
"Takes one to know one."
She climbs in. I close the door. Walk around to the driver's side. Get in. Start the engine. Trying to concentrate on something that isn’t Harper Amelia Jones.
The cab fills with her. All the things I've been starving for, now trapped in a confined space with me and thirty minutes of ranch road between here and the conversation that's going to change everything.
She might’ve told me not to talk. But I ain’t ever a man who followed instructions well. And she’s right, I lost privilege to her, well, ditto.
She reaches for the radio. Fiddles with the dial and finds a country station. The music fills the cab, and she leans back against the headrest and closes her eyes.
I pull out of Jett's drive and hit the dirt road, my entire body on high alert. This is worse than that feeling right before I get on a bull that wants me dead.
"Ace?"
"I thought I wasn't allowed to talk."
"You're not. I am." She pauses. "Thank you for untying me."
I grip the steering wheel. "Yeah. Well, probably say we’re even, seeing as my cousin kidnapped you," I say deadpan.
She giggles. "Well, I'm thanking you."
"Noted."
“God. It’s been a long time since a guy tied me up,” she says, glancing at me.
I suck in a breath, praying my dick behaves. I hope she’s talking about me. That I was the last guy.
“Yes, Ace. You.”
I nod and let the silence follow. I don’t know what I want to say. I’ve played this moment so many times in my head. Everything is the same, except she doesn’t keep me at arm's length.
That electricity running through me because she’s near, that was expected.
My heart flipping. Yep. Saw that coming.
Her playing it cool? No. I did not anticipate that.
"Your arms are bigger," she says, eyes still closed.
"Your ass is still perfect," I reply before I can stop myself.
And then I turn to look at her properly when we reach the red light.
The tiniest smile crosses her lips. Gone before it's fully formed.
