Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Titillating?” he parroted.
I sighed.
“We’ll have to take my car, because I don’t think you can fit the amount of groceries I need into those tiny little saddle bags,” I informed him.
He grinned.
“Got the truck today, dear,” he said tonelessly. “Come on.”
He led me to a dark brown Chevy, a fully restored one that dated back to before I was born. I couldn’t tell you a date. What I could tell you was that it was beautiful, and it looked like he put a lot of effort into it.
I’d seen it before, of course, but never out of the garage that Wolf housed it in.
Both times that I noticed it at July’s house, she told me that he didn’t drive it very often.
Apparently, it was something he’d put a lot of time and effort into building, and he didn’t drive it because, according to him, ‘people were stupid and didn’t know how to drive.’
Which begged me to question why was he driving it now?
Ignoring my need to question him, I walked up to the truck and headed to the passenger side, only to have Wolf stop me and usher me to the driver’s side.
“Car seat,” he explained.
I blinked.
“You’ll have to sit in the middle,” he told me as he opened the door.
I blinked.
“Ummm,” I hesitated. “We can take my car. I have a backseat and no car seats at all.”
Not to mention more space, meaning I wouldn’t have to touch him or be close to him.
There was no telling what my crazy self would do if I was that close to him.
He smelled divine already. Being in an enclosed space with him only inches away was likely going to kill me.
He ignored my offer, though, and gave me a slight push in the middle of my back to urge me inside.
I went, but only because I was still recovering from the fact that he’d touched me.
He’d never done that before.
Oh, my God!
I felt like I had a searing handprint in the middle of my back, right over my bra strap, burning through every layer of my clothing and melting straight into my bones.
Crawling in and scooting all the way over as far as the car seat on the bench seat would allow me, I came to a stop and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Seatbelt,” he ordered from where he was standing outside the truck, his eyes directed downwards at my dog who was sitting next to him instead of crawling inside with me.
Once I was inside, he led Marky Mark around to the passenger side and pointed to the floor board.
Marky Mark went willingly, and then curled into a tight ball underneath the dash.
Wolf slammed the door closed and rounded the hood, rendering me momentarily dysfunctional as I watched his tight body move under the light of the street lamp.
When he took his place beside me, I snapped to attention and started scrambling.
I reached between us, accidentally scraping the back of my hand down his thigh in my search for the belt.
When I couldn’t find it, I turned in my seat slightly, giving him my back, as I looked for it.
“Might be behind the seat,” he muttered, reaching behind my back, right where my ass was, and snaked his hand into the crack of the seat searching for the elusive seatbelt.
His big body pinned mine in, ensuring that I had nowhere to go while he pressed his luscious chest to my back.
“Damn, it’s hung,” he said, leaning forward even more.
This time his hips were pressed to my back, and I froze at the very sizeable cock that was poking me in the back.
The scary thing, though, was that I didn’t think he was hard.
It didn’t feel like it. It was definitely a cock, though.
There was no hiding the way it was positioned in his pants, nor the way it felt against my backside.
Something clicked and clanked, and suddenly all that heavenly body heat was gone from my back as he pulled the seatbelt free of the seat.
“Here,” he said, placing it over my lap.
I reached for it and our hands brushed, causing my face to flame.
“Scoot closer to me, or widen your legs,” Wolf ordered.
I looked up at him in confusion.
“What?” I asked.
He started the truck, and then wiggled the stick that was somehow magically between my legs.
“Would be easier for you to part them, but you can do whatever’s more comfortable for you,” he moved the stick again.
It was then I realized that the truck was a five speed, and the fucking shifter was between my freakin’ legs!
Meaning his hand had to reach over my thigh to get to it—if I parted my legs.
If I didn’t part my legs and scooted closer to him, not only would that make me practically on top of him, but that would also cause him to have to reach over both of my legs to get to the shifter. Making his hand rest practically in my lap.