Page 54 of Wild Fire

“You’ll feel a little shake, but that’s normal, okay?

He nods. “Got it.”

I slide my fingers through his and settle his hand on the horn. His skin is soft, warm. The weight of him in my lap is welcome, and I can’t deny how easy it would be to take him like this. Right here. It’s tempting. So fucking tempting.

I lean forward, which drives my cock right against his tight ass, and don’t miss the gasp as I do so.

“You ready?” I ask, placing his hand on the steering wheel. My cock twitches against him, and I have to focus on my breath, the weight of his body, the time. JJ and the guys could be back at any minute.

He shakes his head. “No.”

I note the blush in his cheeks. So pink, so perfect.

But it’s the way he says that word—no. Petulantly. Seductively. I force his hand down, and the sound crashes around us, and he nearly jumps.

“Holy shit!”

I laugh at his genuine surprise and notice the flush in his cheeks as he turns around and looks at me over his shoulder; those long eyelashes standing out against his skin, bright blue-green eyes alive with excitement.

“You want to do it again?” I ask with a grin. Nate raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

I move to remove my hand so he can press the horn, but he stops me. He squeezes my hand, biting his lip.

“Show me again.”

It’s the way he says the words, this time a little more confidently. It takes me back for a moment. It’s not a question, but a definitive statement.

And I want to do as he suggests, if only because there is a desire deep within me that wants to obey him.

Nate switches between roles so effortlessly. One minute he’s sweet and shy, needing my guidance, my lead, and the next…

The next he’s telling me what to do, and I love it.

I love not knowing which version of Nate I’m going to get from one minute to the next. It’s thrilling.

“With pleasure,” I say, my voice dropping an octave as I guide his hand over the horn once more and press his palm into the center.

This time, when the horn blares, he doesn’t jump.

The words fall out of my mouth of their own accord.

“You look so fucking cute right now, you know that?”

Nate’s eyes light up and he bites his bottom lip as I let up on the horn.

Nate moves my hand, slowly; as if he’s unsure. I squeeze him and nod.

“Know what a safeword is?” I ask.

He nods. “Do you have one?”

“Yes. Do you?”

He shakes his head.

“I want you to pick a word right now.”