‘Do you want to drive?’ she asked when they got to Morgan’s neat Honda coupé and opened the boot for his luggage.
He just turfed the luggage in and shook his head. Then he gave that look in her direction again that set her alight, and the soles of her shoes all but melted. ‘Today I want the full five-star treatment.’
She swallowed; sure as hell he wasn’t referring to her driving, and her plans were rapidly going south. Tonight was ultimately supposed to be get-serious time. She had news to share, and then a confession that must be made. There was no choice now, regardless of the fallout, regardless of what might happen to Morgan’s job or her own reputation, or anything—the stakes were suddenly too high, too damning.
But if he kept on looking at her that way, like she actually meant something more to him than a convenient mistress, then there was no way she wanted to spoil that feeling. Not just yet.
And she knew that was wrong.
It was a heady journey, Maverick filling her passenger seat angled towards her, too big, too warm and all too male, his fingers lazily toying with the ends of her hair as she tried to concentrate on driving and not how he was making her feel.
His fingers dipped to her neck, tracing the sweep of skin across her collarbone to her singlet straps, caressing her shoulder, following it with a press of his lips. She inhaled his scent, familiar and welcome once more. ‘I missed you,’ he said. ‘I missed the feel of your skin against mine.’
She shivered into his caress, looking forward to what would happen when they got to his house, clamping down on unwelcome fears about what the aftermath would bring.
‘I missed these…’
His hand lightly cupped one breast, teasing her breast into delicious fullness, teasing an already sensitive nipple into exquisite tightness before dropping to her knee, sliding under her skirt and up her leg.
She gasped, thankful for light traffic and automatic gears, and never more thankful that they were not far from their destination.
‘And I really missed…’ his fingertips rounded her thigh, brushing the moist place between ‘…this.’
It was shockingly intimate. Devastatingly effective.
It was out and out crazy.
‘Maverick!’ she pleaded, never for a moment thinking he’d go so far. ‘You can’t do that! I’m trying to drive here.’
She tried to push his arm away, but the attempt was half-hearted at best—she liked how he was making her feel, she liked being the epicentre of his world—so she gave it up as a bad joke. Besides, she was better off right now keeping both hands on the wheel.
But it was madness. Already she could feel ripples of pleasure starting to build inside as her flesh reacted, only too keen to make up for their forced abstinence.
‘Can’t you drive any faster?’ he asked as his fingers teased her mercilessly, his lips and tongue busy at her shoulder.
‘I’m already doing the speed limit,’ she said, her words little more than a breathy whisper as he continued to pleasure her. Waves and waves of pleasure. Maybe she should pull over and let him finish this thing, but in a highly erotic way this was better. This was forbidden and dangerous and impossible, in fact all those things Maverick had always been.
She braked gently and he looked up. ‘What now?’
‘Red light,’ she explained, and he growled his satisfaction.
‘Perfect.’
She’d barely brought the car to a halt, still with enough sense to jerk on the handbrake, when his fingers slid underneath her panties to circle that tight, aching bud until she was ready to explode. He dragged her face around and pulled her into a kiss that threatened to devour her with his hunger and need. And he slipped his fingers lower and pressed two fingers into her slickness, his thumb not neglecting that sweet, tight spot, and she did explode, right there in the driver’s seat of the car.
It was crazy. It was insane. So maybe it wasn’t rush hour and there wasn’t a lot of traffic—but it was still broad daylight on a sunny Sunday on the main thoroughfare through the Gold Coast, and he’d made her come while they’d waited for the traffic lights to change.
‘You missed me,’ he said as he straightened her skirt, and she could hear the satisfaction in his voice.
She took a couple of deep breaths while her breathing steadied. ‘How could you tell?’
He chuckled as the light turned green. She pressed her languid muscles into work and stepped on the accelerator.
Later it was like that first time all over again. Once on the island they didn’t make it to the front door before he was driving into her, blowing her senses and raising her hopes.
Maybe it won’t be so bad, she thought as he powered into her like a machine, a marvelous machine of muscled perfection that had been crafted just to pleasure her. Maybe he wouldn’t react badly to her news. Maybe he might forgive her for deceiving him all this time.