Pulse: Sport Romance (The Boys of Winter Book 6) Read Online Free PDF

his hand away. “We should probably go. I’m training again this morning.”
    As we cruise along the road to town, I steal a glance at Nick and picture him driving a BMW or some other fancy sports car that cost a fortune. There is something regal about him, with his strong jaw and high cheekbones. I bet he’d look sexy in a suit, too. My insides twinge with lust. If I thought he could be happy in New York, I’d bring him with me.
    “You’re staring at me.” Nick reaches for my hand like he usually does when we drive places. I take it.
    “I’m picturing you in a suit. I think you’d like where my mind went.”
    “Getting ready for those corporate guys?” I tug on my hand, but he doesn’t let go. “I’m teasing you, okay?” He glances at me, and his voice lowers to the deep rumble he knows I find sexy. “Any thoughts about what I might do with my tie?”
    I snort. “Ah, nope. Not my fantasy.”
    He rubs his thumb over my hand and stokes my desire. “I bet it’s the buttons. You want me to undo them slowly as I stalk you in silence.”
    I shift in my seat. “You’re good.”
    He takes his hand off the wheel to flip the blinker without letting go of me. It ticks as he says, “I’ll have to remember that. Can I make a request about what you wear to work tonight?”
    I place his hand on my upper thigh. “My turn to guess. A skirt I have to wiggle out of?”
    “Um-hm.” He slides his palm up higher, and I push my hips forward to assist his movement. In long underwear with a pair of sweat pants over them, there’s too much material separating our skin, and when he cups my mound, I sigh in frustration.
    Nick makes a quick right turn into a condo complex. I ask, “What are you doing?”
    “I think my girl needs a little release, and I’m going to give it to her.”
    What? “Oh.” I’m dumbstruck but trembling with desire, because we don’t do stuff like this.
    Nick parks behind a dumpster and cuts the engine. When he turns to me, his eyes are dark, and I wonder what I did in that fantasy he just had as he commands, “Move your seat all the way back.”
    I press the button on the side, and the seat slides back as it hums. Nick climbs over the center console to get on the floor by my feet. It’s cramped, and I lower the back of my seat to lie flat so I can slide up higher to give him more room. I use my foot as leverage and move back.
    I ask, “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s kind of awkward.”
    “Shhh.” Nick slides his hands up my outer thighs and to the waistband of my pants. He grabs both layers and yanks at them.
    I glance out the windows to make sure nobody is watching and lift my butt so he can pull my clothes down. “This is hot.”
    Nick lowers his head between my legs and swipes his tongue over my slit. He mumbles, “I can tell.”
    I’ll bet he can, because I must be dripping with need. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and says, “Now. Let me take care of your little problem.”
    The temperature in the Subaru has dropped, and the leather of the seat is cold under my hands as Nick’s talented mouth makes me want to grab something. I pant as he works me into a frenzy. When I reach my peak, I muffle my cries so we don’t draw unwanted attention.
    I let out a content sigh. “You’re crazy.”
    Nick grunts as he climbs back to the driver’s seat. He glances over at me. “About you. Feel better?”
    I pull my pants up as Nick lifts the front of his shirt up and over his chin to wipe my juices off. I say, “Much. There’s napkins.”
    “I’d rather catch a whiff of you throughout my day.”
    His words send a little aftershock through me, and I say, “Your turn.”
    Nick shakes his head. “We’ll be late. Besides, that was all about you.” The engine roars as I straighten my seat.
    I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m too flustered to think straight. If this is his idea of making the best of the time we’ve got, I’m in.
    My giddiness is hard to contain