Safe transport for a grand.
“It seems the safe transport reference wasn’t about the cost of the transport, but how many they were making plans to move,” Jake said.
She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “I just wish—”
Her eyes snapped away from his. She pointed and slid down in the driver’s seat. He glanced around. A man with salt-and-pepper hair headed down the block.
“What’s wrong?”
“Tristan,” she whispered like a hiss, then peered out the window. “Shit.”
In a blur, she unbuckled her seat belt, slid out of the seat, and climbed on top of him. “Kiss me so he doesn’t notice me.”
No time to think. Just follow orders. Ex-military, Jake knew how to do that, and this was the easiest order ever. He cupped her face and sealed his mouth to hers. He looped his hands in her hair and swept his tongue across the seam of her mouth. She moaned quietly and parted her lips for him.
To hide her more, he grabbed the ball cap from his head, gathered her long blonde hair in his hand, and covered it up with the hat on her head. He could feel her smile as he tucked her hair into the cap while barely breaking the kiss.
“Thank you,” she murmured, then returned her mouth to his.
He was positive the dude had walked past them now. But hell if he was going to stop. Not as she straddled him, angling her body in a perfect position for fucking. Not as she started to slowly rock her hips into him. And not as she kissed back harder and hungrier, her lips greedy for all this contact. She tasted like tropical temptation itself. He explored her mouth thoroughly, tangoing his tongue with hers, tasting her lips, devouring her.
He couldn’t even remember why they’d decided on no funny stuff. This was worth it.
She picked up speed and started riding him harder. As her breaths grew faster, he half wondered if she was going to bring herself to orgasm by humping his erection in his shorts. While he loved that idea and wanted nothing more than to hear her little moans turn into full-blown cries of pleasure, he also didn’t want the two of them to get arrested for public fornication.
Opening one eye as she kissed him, he scanned the street. Coast was clear.
Gently, he pushed her off him. But this was not going to be the end. “I’m driving,” he said. “And I’m finishing what you just started. If that’s a problem, you need to tell me now.”
“It’s not a problem,” she whispered, and the look in her eyes was full of lust, and said yes.
He turned on the engine and drove away from the diamond district. Five minutes later, he pulled into a parking garage in a nearby shopping center and found the quietest floor. He grabbed a spot next to the wall and pulled her into the backseat.
“So much for no funny stuff,” he said, sliding her sexy body alongside his. Right now, he didn’t care about rules. He was driven with need for her.
“You mean this won’t make me laugh?”
“If I’m doing it right, you won’t be chuckling at all. You’ll be screaming my name,” he said, running his fingertip along her mouth as he tugged her next to him. His hand traveled along the bare skin of her legs. So damn soft. As she stretched out beside him, her eyes locked with his. The look in hers was vulnerable and hungry at the same time. She wanted this and she wanted to give her body to him.
“Make me . . . ,” she whispered, taking a beat, “scream your name.”
She parted her thighs.
Killing any more resolve he had.
Not that he had much. It vanished when she’d jumped him on the street minutes ago. Now, it was far in the rearview mirror as he brushed the inside of her thigh. She quivered in his arms, and her reaction sent the temperature inside him soaring.
“Challenge accepted,” he said, and she smiled in that sexy-sweet way she had, then her eyes floated closed as he reached the damp panel of her bikini bottoms. He inhaled sharply as he brushed his index finger across that lovely wetness. His dick twitched against his shorts, wanting to find a temporary home inside her. He was so damn eager to bury himself inside her, to slide into her, to make her back arch and her toes curl as he took her to the edge.
But this moment wasn’t about him getting off. He wanted to watch her writhe in pleasure. To hear her cries. To see her lips form his name as she came undone. He slid a finger across her, gliding over her slick heat. Oh hell, she felt fucking fantastic, and lust crashed into all corners of his body as she shuddered and rocked into his hand.
He dropped his mouth to hers, claiming her lips in a hot kiss as he tugged her bikini lower, then returned to all that fantastic wetness that coated his fingers. She rocked into him as he stroked her and kissed her, and whatever resistance she’d had seemed so far gone, too.
She was supposed to be denying this.
She was supposed to be stronger.
But she wanted to forget what she’d just learned. She wanted a break from all this thinking about good guys and bad guys, cons and crimes. She wanted to turn off her mind and let her body take over.
Because this man knew what to do with her. Those talented fingers. That wicked mouth. He kissed like he was the reigning world champion in the sport of kissing, and she was his perfect partner. His lips were a dream, and his mouth tasted fantastic, and now he was touching her right where she wanted him.
He stroked faster, hitting her in all the right spots. She raised her hips, meeting his hand, needing his fingers. Craving so much more. Sparks raced through her bloodstream with every move he made, and soon she couldn’t concentrate on kissing him. She could only narrow in on the agonizingly exquisite ache between her legs.