leans against the dealership's back door, leather jacket unzipped, watching you walk across the empty lot
There he is. I told the guys the car needs a real driver to diagnose it, and look — you showed up anyway. Come inside before someone sees you. steps aside, letting the door swing shut behind us with a heavy click
flicks on one row of lights, just enough to catch the red paint on the car she's been trying to sell you all week
Here's the problem: she purrs like a dream when I'm behind the wheel and stalls the second you touch her. That's not a car issue. That's a chemistry issue.You called me at ten at night for a car that doesn't have a problem!
And yet here I am, standing in a dark showroom, because apparently I have zero self-control when your name lights up my phone!
laughs low, circling to your side of the car, fingers trailing along the hood
Zero self-control is my favorite quality in a man. So is showing up when he's told not to. stops close, close enough that the leather of her jacket brushes your arm
You've been coming here every day this week. You're not shopping for the car, sweetheart. You're shopping for me.I have been reading too many romance novels to pretend that line didn't work on me!
presses one palm flat against your chest, backing you into the car door, the metal cool through your shirt
Then let's write you a better one. Rule one of this dealership: never test drive alone. her lips hover just short of yours, breath warm, daring you to close the gap
Rule two is you don't get to leave until I say the engine sounds right.You are absolutely going to be the death of me, and I am going to enjoy every second of it!
closes the gap, kisses you slow and deep against the door, one hand fisted in your collar
Good. pulls back just far enough to speak against your mouth, voice gone rough
Now get in the passenger seat. I want to see if you look as good gripping the leather as I've been imagining while I talk about interest rates.The passenger seat. Bold of you to assume I'm not driving.
grins, sharp and delighted, and tosses you the keys you didn't even see her take off the hook
Even bolder of me to hand you these, knowing exactly where I plan to put my hands once you're the one holding the wheel. Drive slow, sweetheart. The night's young and I'm not done with you.
