her on the living room floor.
“I tried to think of something else on the way over here so I wouldn’t be in this condition, but your perfume gets to me.”
“You’re turning me on, Frazer.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I like being turned on.”
“So do I when it’s appropriate.”
She managed not to laugh. “This isn’t appropriate?”
“Not sitting in my damned car.” He sounded desperate. “The problem is I want you too much.”
“No such thing.”
“Easy for you to say.”
She had a sudden thought. He’d reject it, no doubt, but it would solve his immediate problem. “I could help.”
He shook his head. “One-man job.”
Scooting sideways on her seat, she gazed at him. “How about a nice little one-woman blow job, instead?”
“ Dulcie .”
“Am I shocking you?”
“No, but you’re making things way worse.”
“Then let me make them way better.”
“ In the parking lot ?” He made it sound as if she’d suggested giving him oral sex on the fifty-yard line with the Super Bowl in progress.
“It’s very secluded here.”
He hesitated. “No.”
That slight hesitation told her he might be won over to the idea. Plus she really liked the concept. “Think about it.” She walked her hand across the console and along his thigh.
He caught her wrist. “As if I wouldn’t. Stop that.”
“You’ll have more control for next time.” When he had no comeback she knew she’d scored a point. “More control means more pleasure for me.”
“I don’t usually have this problem.”
“Well, for some reason you have it now.” Inside she was doing a victory dance. Frazer the cool dude was so hot for her he couldn’t make it out of the car without coming. That was something to celebrate.
His breathing grew rougher. “But we’re in the parking lot .”
“It’s deserted.”
“For now.”
“And dark. Very dark.”
“That could change.” He was breathing faster, too. “Headlights, police cruisers with spotlights, people with flashlights.”
“Highly unlikely.” She leaned toward him so her breast came in contact with his arm. “Give in, Frazer,” she murmured. “You know you want to.”
“God help me, I do.” He let go of her wrist.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
His laughter was choked. “Oh, yes it was. Still is.”
“I can fix that.” Heart thumping, she shifted to a kneeling position on the seat. Then she worked his zipper down and reached inside the placket of his knit boxers.
He gasped when she freed his warm, extremely rigid cock.
“Relax and enjoy.” Clutching his velvet length firmly in one fist, she leaned over and took in as much as she could manage given the barrier of the console. In the front seat of a car wasn’t where she did her best work, but coaxing him out of his comfort zone was so worth it.
With a heartfelt groan, he slid his fingers through her curls and gripped her head. He might have resisted this, but he definitely wanted it now. As she began to suck, he lifted his hips and gasped out her name.
She took him deeper into her mouth and got serious. Once she did, he was toast. He climaxed within seconds, his breath hissing out between his teeth and his fingertips pressing hard against her scalp.
She was so excited that she almost came, too. Not quite, though, which suited her fine. She wanted to save that excellent experience for later, when his substantial equipment was part of the mix. Now that she had a sense of what to expect, she was even more eager.
Gulping for air, he sank back to the seat and released his grip on her head. She swallowed all he had to give before letting him go. As he relaxed against the supple leather, she gently tucked his cock inside his boxers and zipped his fly.
“I feel boneless,” he murmured.
“You weren’t a bit ago.”
His chuckle was low and sexy. “Nope.”
“Did you like that?”
“More than you can imagine.” He drew in a shaky breath. “I’ve never . . .” His voice