“Let’s just say, this car is really sexy, and does things to me,” I respond, not looking him in the eye. “What just went through that amazing head of yours?” he asks, his eyes narrowed, as he grips my shoulders and turns me to face him. Suddenly, I picture myself going down on him in the front seat as he drives and I gasp, squeeze my thighs together and run my fingers through my loose hair. “No, I just really, really love your car.” Jesus, I love his car. “This is a Shelby.” I state, as if that explains everything. “Are you okay?” he asks with a chuckle and moves to me, settles his big hand at the small of my back, and between his touch and this car, I can’t breathe. “Huh?” I glance up into Will’s amused blue eyes and shake my head ruefully. The car is black, all black, with tinted windows, making the chrome look even shinier. Instead of sitting in the leather seat, I walk to the rear of the car and gaze at the snake emblem, the chrome, hell, even the tires are pretty. “I thought we’d just go to a place downtown for dinner and maybe take a walk by the water front.” “Where are we going?” I ask as he follows me down to his spectacular car and opens the door for me. “Thankfully, no.” He grins down at me and tucks a pink strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Please tell me I didn’t throw up in it.”
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