was mixed with the dreamy feel of pleasure.
âYou want to do something stupid?â he asked.
It took her a moment to get her vocal cords working. âIf it involves more of this.â
âIt does. Do you want to go back to my place and see just how stupid we can get?â
Chapter Five
Yeah, this definitely fell into the stupid category. And the sad part about it? Kane had plenty of time to change his mind in the minutes that followed his offer to Eliza.
Minutes that didnât do anything to dull the stupidity.
Of course, Eliza was only adding to it.
After they said a hasty goodbye to her parents and Dax and Violet, they hurried out of there while trying not to look as if they were hurrying. But Kane doubted they were fooling anyone.
Eliza didnât help with any attempt to rethink this plan. Thatâs because she started kissing him the moment they got into his truck. He had to hand it to her. It was hard to get a seat belt to stretch that far, but she somehow managed it, along with landing some of those kisses in the very spots that made him forget all about rethinking and stupidity.
There was a definite urgency to her kissing, and speed seemed to matter here. It was as if they were suddenly starved for each other. Strange, since Kane hadnât felt himself burning for her until heâd seen her the night before at the pub.
That was partly true anyway.
Deep down, heâd always been attracted to Eliza. Kane knew that now. But that attraction was no longer anywhere near the âdeep downâ area. It was right there, burning him alive.
Kane was extremely thankful that there wasnât any traffic on the farm road that led from Elizaâs house to his. Also thankful that it was pretty much a straight line. Hard to turn corners when Eliza had moved on from kissing his neck to his chest. He wanted to tell her to stop and wait until they got in, but hell, heâd entered that urgency zone, too.
Somehow, Kane managed to pull into his driveway and bring the truck to a stop. He turned off the engine but didnât get out. Thatâs because the fire was a frenzy now, and there was no way heâd be able to walk to the house. Not now that he was as hard as stone. Nope. The only way to fix this was to take hold of Eliza and kiss her exactly the way sheâd been kissing him.
Everywhere.
Of course, he had to get control of her hands first because she was trying her damndest to unzip him. He wanted that, a few minutes from now, but first he had to get her in the house.
Or not.
Despite the kissing/wrestling match that was going on, he failed at the zipper mission. Eliza was able to pull it down and get her hand inside his boxers.
Oh, man.
Kane no longer cared about getting in the house. Nope. Sound reasoning vanished. He also knew Eliza was going to put a quick end to this if she continued with all that maddening touching she was doing.
He turned her, laying her back on the seat. She was wearing a loose cotton dress, and he shoved it up. No finesse. None. But they were past that point, because in addition to trying to give him a hand job, she was trying to get out of her panties. She banged her elbow against the dash. Cursed.
Then banged her arm against his face.
Thereâd be bruises, possibly even a concussion, since Kane did his own share of banging. And not of the sexual variety, either. He bashed his head against the steering wheel when he tried to take out a condom from his wallet.
By the time he finally managed that, Elizaâs panties were off, and it was obvious she didnât want to wait another second. Neither did he, but in the back of his mind, Kane thought he might like to savor this a bit.
âWe can take our time with the second round,â Eliza murmured, making him wonder if heâd said that aloud or if they were just on the same page.
They were certainly on the same page when it came to the actual sex. Kane hadnât had sex in a vehicle
David Markson, Steven Moore