She looked up at him. “Is this what you had in mind when you asked me to pick you up last night?”
He reached out and caressed her cheek. “Not entirely, but it’s definitely a start. Come on, let’s get my luggage so we can get the hell out of here.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
KYLIE COULDN’T REMEMBER the last time she had a problem with keeping her eyes on the road while driving. But Chance’s presence in her car was interfering with her concentration and wreaking havoc on her senses.
After claiming his luggage, he had taken her hand as they walked out of the terminal to her parked car. Once he had placed his bags in her trunk, his arms had clamped around her waist, pulled her to him and he’d sunk his mouth down on hers in another kiss. The moment their lips connected, heat had exploded through her and the heavy bulge of his erection pressed to her middle had caused her entire body to ache.
“We’ve got to stop doing this,” she’d said the moment he had released her mouth.
“Why?” he had whispered hotly against her moist lips.
“Because it won’t lead anywhere. It’s a dead-end.”
His gaze had pinned her with a measured look. “And what if I told you that I see things differently?”
“Then my response is that you need a new pair of eyes.”
“I have very good vision, Kylie.” He’d then strolled to the passenger side of her car and got inside.
Bringing her thoughts back to the present, she took another quick glance over at him. He was sprawled in the seat next to her. His muscular body fit nicely into her Altima, although his broad shoulders took up a lot of space. His legs were long and his seat was pushed as far back as it could go to accommodate his height. His head lay back against the headrest and his eyes were closed.
Evidently the trip had tired him out, but not enough to stop him from engaging in a little mouth exercise with her a couple of times. She had begun thinking of their kisses as TST—taste, stroke and tangle—because each time they kissed he tried a new technique on her mouth that centered around those three basic elements.
“You’re tired,” she decided to say when she came to a traffic light. “Are you sure you want me to take you to the dealership to pick up your truck instead of taking you home? It might be a good idea for you to go to bed.”
He opened his eyes, titled his head and let his gaze fasten on hers. “If you were to take me home and I got into bed, would you get in there with me and keep me company?” he asked, his voice low and sexy.
She inhaled deeply. Although he had phrased the question in a roundabout way, technically he had just hinted at the possibility of her sleeping with him. “No. I’d take you home and put you to bed, but I wouldn’t get in that bed with you.”
He smiled. “Spoilsport.”
She chuckled and turned her attention back to the road when the traffic light changed. “I might be at that, but it seems I’m the one destined to keep us out of trouble.”
“Some trouble I might like,” he murmured in a low voice leaden with exhaustion, before closing his eyes again.
“And what if Marcus had that same attitude?”
“When he gets to my age he’s welcome to it, but while he’s underage, I decide what he likes and doesn’t like. And stop comparing us to our kids, Kylie. Like I told you before, we’re adults. They aren’t.”
“Sorry, I keep forgetting,” she said sarcastically.
“It will behoove you to remember. The next time you forget it will cost you.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Cost me what?”
“A kiss. Right then and there. Even if it’s in front of those two kids of ours.”
She frowned and took a quick glance at him and saw that his eyes were open and he was staring at her. His expression was serious. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I wouldn’t count on that if I were you.”