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“C’mere,” he careens, urging me closer to him.
I lean toward him, expecting him to want to kiss me, when he reaches for the lever next to his seat and adjusts it to the point he’s nearly lying down. Half of his body is practically in my back seat as he stretches his legs out in front of him.
“What are you doing?”
“Making room for you.” He winks while saying, “Stop thinking so much and get your ass over here.”
I scoff. What did he just say?
“You think too much. Now get your fine ass over here.” He pauses, saying it again. He raises his brow, waiting for me to fight him on it. Leaning back, I narrow my eyes at him. I want to argue with him. Moving to pull my arm away from him, I’m ready to fire off what’s on my mind.
“Now,” he commands.
His tongue darts out of his mouth, gliding slowly across his lower lip as his eyes fall to my chest, where I’m struggling to gain control of my breathing. My lungs work overtime to keep up. My heavy pants cause the windows to fog as my eyes dart away from his, looking to see if anyone is around.
There’s no one. Just me and Colson. All alone. In my car.
When my eyes fall back on him, he moves his arm up to rest under his head. He looks calm and relaxed, not fazed in the least by what’s going on, and it only aggravates me more.
“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be right here waiting.”
My eyes narrow again. He’s seriously going to sit there, looking all fucking sexy, and it ticks me off. I hate how he gets under my skin, yet he’s acting like Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected.
Something spurs inside of me. Maybe it’s the adrenaline, or maybe it’s the fact I want to give him a taste of his own medicine. Find a way to rattle him, cracking his perfectly crafted exterior.
Unbuckling the seat belt, I reach for the handle of my seat and recline to match his.
Kicking off my shoes, I climb over the center console separating us to straddle his lap. A grin stretches across his perfectly etched face. Adjusting his position to make room for me, his eyes light up while his hands find their way to my hips, guiding me above him until my chest is pressed against his with my legs on either side of him.
We might not have much space, but I can feel enough of him in all the right places.
Our shorts are just enough to stop us from what we both want but still allowing enough friction to drive us both crazy.
Bracing my hands on the headrest behind him, I lean in close until my mouth is a hair’s breadth away from his.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“It’s more than I expected, but I’m not complaining whatsoever.” He grins, his eyes looking down at my breasts. With the way my shirt is now hanging open, he gets a perfect view of my cleavage before looking back up at me. “I’m not complaining one bit.”
His voice cracks at the end, reminding me he’s not as calm and collected as he’d like me to think, which spurs me to continue.
“Good,” I whisper, leaning closer. “Now, no more thinking.”
Grinding my hips down on top of him, he releases a low moan as desire flashes in his eyes. His grip on my hips tightens.
“No thinking. Just feeling.”