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But you are the best man, after all. How s that going for you? Suzanne managed to get her underwear up to approximately where they should be. The puffy vest was still driving her nuts, so she stripped it off and flung it in the backseat. That made getting ahold of her jeans at her ankles a bit easier. Well, it s not that bad, really. It mostly just involves listening to Jonas do Elvis imitations. Suzanne suddenly realized the reason she was so overheated had only partially to do with Ryder. As she shifted to haul the denim over her butt, a blast of scorching air hit her in the arm. Shit, I left the car running this whole time. No wonder I m burning up. And what a waste of gas. But Ryder raised his hands, tilted his head, and curled his lip. Jesus, he was about to do an Elvis imitation, she could feel it coming on. Like a cold sore. Stop right there. Holding her hand out, she said, I m begging you. I can t have any more faux Elvis in my life. I m up to my eyeballs in kitsch and memorabilia trying to put together a reception that makes Nikki happy. If you imitate the King, we may wind up with you back on my windshield. Not that she meant it. And he knew that. Ryder laughed and leaned over and gave her a big, smacking kiss. Whatever you say, gorgeous. Tonight is all about you. And by the way, we should switch seats so I can drive. You ve had a long week and you should just relax. Okay, she said readily enough. She was tired. She was relaxed and lazy and postorgasmic blissful. She was giggly and enjoying herself more than she had in weeks. It was nice to have someone at her back, wanting to help her out. Dangerous, too, but she d worry about that later. For now, she was just going to enjoy the moment with Ryder. They got out of the car and moved around the hood to change seats, and Ryder stopped her by blocking her path, like she knew he would. Like she wanted him to. He moved up nice and close, his chest against hers, his hands encircling her waist and sliding under her sweater to the small of her back. That confident smile was one she was familiar with, one that had been turning her on since the first night they d met at that wedding over six years ago. You want something? she asked him, licking her bottom lip slowly. I want a kiss. His fingers had moved below her waist and were skimming the top of her backside inside her jeans, and his mouth was mere inches from hers, but he hovered, waited for permission. Why make it easy for him? Say please. Ryder gave a soft laugh. Please. Then without waiting for her answer, he took her mouth with his and owned the kiss. Suzanne could only hang on to his arms and spread her lips for him, letting him work his magic. God, the jerk could kiss, all the right pressure, the right rhythm, the right angle, to make her hot and wet and incoherent all over again. Just when she was beginning to maneuver her body closer to his, seeking his erection, and contemplating sex on the hood of her car, it was over. As fast as he was on her, he pulled away. Thanks, he said mildly and moved on past her to the driver s side of her car. Suzanne took a deep breath and shivered in the cool night air. You d better watch it, Jefferson, or you ll get yours. I m not afraid of you. Ryder closed the door behind him to prove the point. Left standing there horny, Suzanne had no choice but to get into the passenger side, contemplating smacking him upside the head with her puffy vest. But it was too far to reach it in the backseat, so she settled for considering ways to sexually torture him all night. Oh, and feel free to give me a blow job while I m driving, he said, grinning as he threw the car into reverse. Subtle. Why are we going backward? she asked, well aware he wasn t serious about the oral sex request. Which would be the perfect way to get back at him. Once he started driving, she was so going down on him. The man drove nearly two hundred miles an hour on a looping track with forty plus other cars in close contact with him. He could handle driving her SUV at forty miles an hour with her mouth on his cock. Getting my duffle bag. I dropped it somewhere back there. Sorry about that, she said, grinning. No, you re not. He knew her so well. No. I m not. Ryder stopped the car, hopped out, retrieved his bag, and tossed it in the backseat. Suzanne let him get settled and let him start down the road in companionable silence for a few minutes before she shifted in her seat. When she bent over his lap and undid his zipper Ryder gave an audible groan and the car lurched a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |