“Stay where you are,” he demanded in a tone that meant business. His hand moved from under her breast, running slowly yet with pressured heat down her stomach, over the snap of her jeans and closer to the spot on her body that wanted this man most, and stopped. “What does a flashing yellow light mean?”
“Are you kidding me?” Jill moaned, almost in tears. Dammit, he was so close, so damn close. When he didn’t answer, she started to panic. Oh, God, what did a flashing…what color did he say…ah, shit this was not happening. She finally had Slade where she wanted him, with his hands all over her, and he’s wanting to quiz her on driving. “Can we please finish that after?”
“After what, Jill?” Slade didn’t move his hand, but added pressure, making her moan. “After I make you scream with passion you never knew existed?”
Jill wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. “Oh, God, yes.” She tried to slowly raise on her toes so his hand would move down closer to the throbbing nub that needed his attention so badly.
Slade did move his hand lower, but only to smack her lightly, making her cry out, but not in pain. “Do not move.” His demand was spoken in clipped tones. “Answer the question or I’m going to tie you to your bed and leave until you remember the answer.”
She could feel his hard cock against her back. She had to make herself stay still so not to rub up against him. Okay, that was stupid as hell. If she moved against him, he would smack her through her jeans again, because fuck that felt so damn good. She ground against his hardness waiting for ecstasy to follow, but his hand remained still as his lower body moved away.
“I know what you’re doing, Jillian,” he bent, whispering in her ear. “I may not be able to read your mind, but I sure as hell can read your sweet body. Now answer the question.” After a second, he pulled her back into him again; this time he ground against her ass, his hand staying still as if super glued to the damn spot. He kept grinding in perfect timing, knowing when she was about to go over the edge and then stopped, moving away.
Not knowing whether to use her strength to pull away from him and attack—meaning rip his clothes off and go for it—or just get her mind straight and answer the damn question. Jill struggled against his hold because she couldn’t remember the damn color he said. His grip was too tight. Slade was way too strong for her to break free. Her eyes slit open in frustration and when she was ready to scream, her eyes landed on the fabric of a yellow shirt that stuck out of her drawer. “Slow down,” she screamed in excitement. “Yellow flashing lights means slow down.”
His deep chuckle reached her foggy mind as her body waited impatiently for his touch. Her body wasn’t disappointed. His hand moved, cupping her as his fingers worked magic against her jeans. Her head fell back against his chest, using him as leverage to stay upright. Her own hand reached down to unsnap her jeans, but his free hand grasped it, keeping it prisoner against her stomach. Her moan of frustration and pure pleasure seemed to please him. Damn him.
“Good girl.” His voice broke through her thoughts that were rushing ahead thinking of him inside her. “Who has the right of way at a crosswalk? The driver or the pedestrian.”
Jill growled her displeasure at being asked a question during the most erotic experience she had ever had. “Slade, please.”
“Hmmm, I like when you say please,” Slade growled back. “Now answer the question.” His hand kept moving against her with expert ease.
“Pedestrian,” Jill breathed out. Then her body jolted when his hand stopped and moved up to her breasts. Within seconds, he had the bra off her, his hand cupping her breast, but nothing more. “Dammit, you’re killing me.”
Slade bit the side of her neck and when she turned her head toward him, he took her mouth with a hot, overbearing kiss. “This is nothing, Jillian,” he warned against her mouth. “We can stop anytime.”
“If you stop, I’ll die,” Jill answered, and then took his mouth back, kissing him deep and hard.
“So if I keep going, I’m killing you, and if I stop, you will die.” Slade’s mouth turned up in an arrogant grin.
“You don’t have to be so smug,” Jill frowned, trying to move her body so his hand would move and not just cup her breast. “But yes, either way, I’m going to die, but it will be an awesome death.”
He reached up to pinch her nipple with enough pressure to send pings of pleasure throughout her body, which stopped at her pulsing *. “I told you not to move.”
“Sorry.” Her moan indicated she was anything but sorry.
Slade continued with his questions with Jill answering right every time, when she could remember the question. By the time he was done, she was completely naked and plastered against his clothed body. He had finally let her turn around to face him. Jill watched as Slade took his shirt off, tossing it to the side. Her hands went to reach up to touch his hard, ripped stomach, but stopped, her eyes meeting his, asking permission.