“What is it you wanted to talk about the other day?” Alex asked as he lifted the basket into the back of the pick-up.
He startled her with the question. She hadn’t expected him to remember that she had something on her mind from days earlier. Tossing a big, colorful picnic blanket next to the basket, she turned and swung into the driver’s seat, shrugging. “You really want to know?”
“Of course I want to know, or I wouldn’t have asked. Are you keeping secrets from me, baby?”
He tried to make his comment sound like a tease, but she caught the tension in his voice. Honestly, it was all sorts of funny that he was the one who had relationship insecurities. And it served him right, too. Maybe he shouldn’t have tossed her to the curb as he had. Was his own stupid fault if he had lingering guilt over his behavior.
But still, she understood his anxiety. Each of them suffered unbearably during the time they were apart. He had absolutely nothing to worry about. It would take tranq darts and a rendition team to remove her from his side. Nope. He was hers, goddammit, and she was never letting go.
“Secrets? Hmm. No. Not my style,” she assured him. Didn’t he know that she’d never surrender to him as willingly as she did if there was even one secret between them?
Turning on the satellite radio to his favorite rock of the 80’s station, she smiled and said, “We’ll talk over lunch, okay?”
With that, she floored it away from the Villa in a cloud of dust- – heading to the only spot that would do for the conversation they were about to have. Twenty minutes later, she eased the truck to a stop and looked over at Alex.
He was smiling. Taking his sunglasses off, he said, “I love this place.”
Meghan nodded her agreement. They were practically on sacred ground. This is where they made love the first time.
Was that noise her conscience laughing hysterically in the background? All right, guilty, she thought. So they hadn’t exactly made love. More like she’d jumped his bones and fucked them both into an immediate crisis. He hadn’t been ready and the aftermath was something she didn’t care to think about.
In the blink of an eye, Meghan decided she didn’t give two shits about the picnic basket packed full of yummy leftovers from yesterday’s feast.
Alex, had half a grin going on when he asked, “What’s up, beautiful?”
Snap decision made, she reached under the wheel and started yanking her boots off. He didn’t say anything at first, but when she began unbuttoning her blouse, she heard his breathing change. Peeling the silky blouse down her arms, she tossed it aside and started wriggling out of her denim skirt.
“Are we dining al fresco in the nude?” he asked with a laugh. “I thought we were going to talk?”
“We are,” she assured him.
Squirming to free herself of the denim skirt made her boobs jiggle and her insides to tighten.
His face gave away his thoughts, and he leered suggestively. “That doesn’t look like talking to me.”
Meghan fought the giggle that wanted to fill the cab of the truck. She loved it when he was like this. Easy. Laid back. Content.
Scooting, so she was sitting on her knees next to the steering wheel, Meghan tingled head to toe when she saw Alex’s face. His eyes had an intense smolder that made her lightheaded. She positively burned for this man.
The white demi bra with the sexy ruffle accents and delicate lace matched her tiny string bikini panties. Each garment had a feminine bow studded with a faux jewel. Alex had a thing about her dressing in white.
“Are you just going to sit there?” she taunted with a saucy hair flip and a practiced pout.
He just laughed, the grinning devil, and said, “Pretty much.”
Damn but he’s impossible to resist when he made that sexy smirk- – the one he did better than anyone. Alex was letting her take the lead, but her demanding dominant was also letting her know it’d be on his terms. The thought made her skin prickle.
Crawling on her knees, she slid closer but patted the seat. “Shoosh this way, lover.”
“Right here?” he pointed to an empty spot on the wide bench seat.
She grinned. She couldn’t help it. Him messing with her was fucking priceless.
“Yeah, Alex,” she quipped with her, I’m the teacher, and you don’t scare me, delivery. “There seems like a good spot. Move that ass. Please.”
He grin became broader. Ooooh, the devil.
“Take your bra off, and I’ll think about it.”
Hehehe. So predictable. Meghan wrinkled her nose and squirmed around like she just couldn’t get the snap undone. When she looked back at him, shrugged, spread her hands open, and said, “Sorry,” he shook his head like he couldn’t believe she denied him.
“Now, let’s talk,” she cooed with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows.
“Ms. O’Brien. I demand some tits before you come at me with anything. You know I don’t think straight unless I’ve got a nipple to suck on.”
She loosed a throaty laugh. Well, that was a direct way of putting it!
With lightning speed, an arm reached out, snaked around her torso, and with no effort at all unsnapped her bra. The piece of white lingerie all but jumped off her body. It was like her underwear saw his hands coming and immediately surrendered before they got torn or shredded.
Scooping a finger into the center front, he gave a gentle tug, and her boobs flew out as the garment dropped away. Just to fuck with him, she slung the ruffles and lace over the rear view mirror where it hung like a banner proclaiming that her tits were now available for viewing.
“That’s much better,” he teased. “Now we can talk.”
Of course, what he meant by that was she could talk while he fondled her breasts. She had to get back some measure of control or he’d have her legs in the air and flat on her back in minutes!