Page 168 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

His shoulders relax, and he leans in to steal a quick kiss before instructing me to get in.

It feels so weird sitting in the passenger seat, and it only gets weirder when he climbs in beside me and wraps his hands around the steering wheel.

Holy hell, that’s hot.

“I’ve hated you having to drive us everywhere,” he admits as he presses the start button and puts the car into drive.

“Aw, you loved being a passenger princess and you know it,” I tease.

“I prefer you being my passenger princess,” he states, reaching over to rest his hand on my thigh as he effortlessly navigates us out of the garage and onto the street.

A smile twitches at my lips, warmth from his palm spreading through me.

“Where are we going?” I ask once we’ve been driving for over an hour, even though I know he isn’t going to tell me.

“You’re not very good with surprises, are you?” he teases.

“What gave me away?”

“You hungry?” he rasps.

“Kinda, yeah.”

With one hand holding the wheel tightly, he reaches behind my seat before revealing a grocery bag.

“What’s this?”

“Appetizer,” he states.

I study his profile as he continues driving, heat simmering just under the surface.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll start thinking I’m the only thing you want in your mouth.”

My chin drops as a shocked squeak spills from my lips.

“I…uh…I…”

“I’m teasing, darlin’.”

“Maybe I’m not. I’ve never given anyone a blowjob while they were driving before.”

“Motherfucker,” he grunts as he tugs at his jeans.

I can’t help but giggle at his over-the-top reaction.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” I ask, continuing to ignore the bag in favor of him.

“How much I want you. How much you turn me on. Just thinking about you drives me wild.”

My face heats again.

Sure, I’ve had men say all kinds of stuff to me before, but I’ve never believed it in the way I do when Calvin says these things.

“The feeling is pretty mutual,” I confess as he twists our fingers together.

“Yeah?”