“I know.” He pressed his lips against the hollow behind her ear. She tilted her head to expose more of the sensitive skin to his lips. “Honey, I can show you impressive all night long.”
“I bet you could.”
Bruiser reached for her and toyed with the tiny buttons on her top.
“Here?” A thin layer of panic crept into her voice, and she attempted to squelch it. Be bold, be daring. Just do it. Live life on the edge. Just this once.
“No one can see in the windows. Too dark.”
When Mac offered no protest, Bruiser bent his head, concentrating on the task before him—getting her naked in an SUV on a ferry. They might both be fucking nuts, but Mac had turned the corner on caring and entered the realm of careless. Obviously, Bruiser’s vast experience undressing women paid off, as he unbuttoned every last button in record time. Pushing the thin material off her shoulders, he stared at her black lace bra, licked his lips, and groaned, deep and guttural.
“I’m sorta small.” She couldn’t help apologizing.
“Not to me. You’re perfect.” He stared at her boobs like a running back seeing open field to the end zone. She wanted him in her end zone. Bad. Fucking bad. Crazy-assed, need-you-more-than-I-need-my-sanity bad.
Bruiser hesitated, his eyes still on her chest. “Mac, I don’t want to ruin a good friendship.”
“It’s okay, I don’t expect anything afterward.”
His brows knit together, almost as if that weren’t the answer he wanted. “What do you expect, sweetheart?” He leaned in, his low, husky voice in her ear and his expensive cologne mingled with hardcore masculinity.
“I expect you—” Mac hesitated, drew in a deep breath, and took a chance. “I don’t expect a tomorrow. I don’t expect a relationship. I just want you.”
Mac slipped her hand under his waistband and lowered her head toward his crotch, committing her words to action. She slipped into insanity, ready to give Bruiser a blow job on ferry so packed the ferry workers couldn’t have squeezed in a kid’s tricycle.
And damn, did she not give a shit.
Chapter 10—Crossing the Line
Bruiser held his breath and sent up a prayer of thanks to whatever saints listened to a man thanking them for getting him laid. He wanted Mac so much his hands shook and his heart slammed against his rib cage, while his dick begged for sweet mercy. He buried his fingers in her hair so she wouldn’t notice what a pathetic, needy mess he was.
Mac was about to give new meaning to a ferry ride. He’d never see these white and green traveling highways the same again. Mac gave a satisfied sigh as she studied the bulge in his shorts. Then she lowered her head, her silky hair trailing across his belly and hips. Bruiser laid his head against the headrest, his breath coming in short gasps and his chest heaving.
He lifted his hips—ever helpful—and Mac pulled down his pants, easing some of the pressure, but not nearly enough. Lowering her head once again, Mac fastened her teeth onto the elastic waistband of his underwear, yanking downward until his cock sprang free. Her warm breath feathered his bare skin, and his dick throbbed, a painful, need-wrenching throb. He damn well needed a little recreation between the sheets—or was that seats?—with this particular woman.
Hell, this woman had ruined his appetite for other women for the past few weeks, as if this thing between them might be more than mere recreation. Intentional or not, she’d teased him all afternoon in that sexy skirt with those shapely legs of hers and that formfitting little top. Despite his insistence that he liked the old Mac better, he sure as hell appreciated this Mac. In fact, he was so worked up, all he could think of was getting her horizontal in his bed. This damn SUV with its big-assed console didn’t leave room for anything but a good blow job. Not that he was complaining.
Her soft, heavenly lips touched the tip of his penis, and she fisted her hand around his shaft. All rational thought dived into the dumpster in his mind—better than a gutter, he guessed, but pretty much the same difference because all he could think were dirty thoughts of how good her mouth felt going down on him and how good it’d feel to reciprocate.
She licked the length of his penis, then swirled her tongue around it as she made a circuit back to the soft, bulbous head. When she sucked a drop of pre-cum from the tip, the top of his head just about blew off. Then she went down on him. Talk about blowing off, and only not his head. He groaned and writhed on the seat, pushing his hips upward to meet the thrusts of her hand. Nothing had ever felt this good. At least nothing he could recall in his current state of mind. Not that he had a mind or even a state. She’d melted him down to raw hormones and lust.
Oh, God. He rolled his head back and forth and closed his eyes, massaging her silky blonde hair with his fingers while applying pressure to lower her head farther down. If she deep-throated him, he’d have a heart attack.
Mac lifted her head upward and gazed at him, her eyes half-lidded and burning with lust. “I don’t know how to take you deep,” she admitted, her face coloring at her words.
“Just do what feels right. Because anything you do feels good to me.” He grinned, happy she wasn’t an expert. The thought struck a possessive chord as foreign to him as shopping in a thrift store.
She lowered her head again and took him a little deeper, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft while he shook like an unbalanced washing machine. Any second, he’d empty his load.
“I’m going to come,” he warned, grinding his teeth until his jaw ached.
“I want to taste you.” She licked him again and sucked on him.
He gripped the
