footnote of seduction to her smile.
“Yes, I observed that. What’s with this amazing mood you appear to be in?”
Her hands dramatically drop next to her.
“Uh, hello, you picked me up in a black 1969 Ford Boss 429 Mustang.”
“I see how it is. It’s the vehicle that has you keyed up.”
Her head tilts toward me. “Awww … are you jealous?”
I start the ignition, my expression now serious. “I don’t wear jealousy well, so I don’t put myself in situations where I will feel it.”
She studies me briefly. “Then this car should not be your wingman. It will win the ladies over every time.” Long black eyelashes bat at me, and this flirty mood she’s in is hot.
“I’m playing, Adrian.” She gazes at me, both of us silent and still for a minute. The afternoon sun spotlights her green eyes already bold from her matching green top.
Like the other times I’ve been this close to Victoria, her chest noticeably rises and falls. Her mouth parts, conveying a single thought but a significant one.
She wants me to touch her. She’ll deny it, but her physical response to me divulges otherwise. That’s excellent since I’m dying to put my hands on her.
“It’s not only this kickass car that’s exciting. I’m happy to see you, too,” she says hardly above a whisper.
Shit, I’m probably a fool for believing her, but I want to. I skim the back of my hand across her cheek to her ear before my lips trace the same spot.
“Damn, you’re irresistible. You do know what that means, right?” I ask.
Her breath snags on her own desire as she attempts to inhale. “What?”
“It means sooner or later, I’m going to give up trying.” My lips barely kiss the tender place behind her ear. “Victoria … my cock is steering me toward sooner.”
“Fuck, you’re going to become a dilemma,” she proclaims.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” After I give one more kiss to her rousing skin, I sit up. “Ready to feel this kickass car on the road?”
Obvious sexual tension has her exhaling harshly before she grants me a breathtaking grin. “Hell, yeah. Show me what its got.”
She sits up straighter in the seat, and my foot hits the gas. Yes, it’s going to be an interesting day.
Victoria
Adrian is full of surprises. Of course he has another vehicle this expensive. He probably has other toys, too, and a mansion to match.
He doesn’t get near the Strip. Instead, we head west. The windows are down, and I enjoy the breeze coming in.
“I can’t believe how relaxed you are while driving this. I would be terrified of something happening to it.”
“Why possess something you’re not going to enjoy, especially when your life could end at any moment?”
Hands tighten into fists on the steering wheel, and there he goes … lost in thought.
“I seldom drive my Thunderbird,” I say.
Adrian whips his head my directions after my remark brings him back to me.
“You have a car?”
“A black 57 Thunderbird. I keep it in the garage at my mother’s home.”
His expression is one of delight as he glances back and forth from me to the road.
“How good of shape is it in?”
“Near perfect. Almost all original.”
“You know you have to show me.” His lighthearted smile becomes a megawatt grin as he looks over again. “I showed you mine, so you have to show me yours.”
“Yours is pretty impressive,” I say before giggling like a damn teenager. He chuckles lightly and squeezes my knee. I’m having the best time, and I believe he’s enjoying himself, too.
“Where are we going?”
“Red Rock Canyon.”
“Nice. I love it out there. Wait, you shouldn’t take this car. It will get filthy, and the paint could get damaged.”
“But I want to drive it there.”
I frown, knowing he’s right about not letting it sit, but I can’t help wanting to protect it.
Red Rock is a conservation area in the Mojave Desert. Once we’re there and pay the entry fee, we begin the thirteen mile scenic
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