Chapter Five
“Want me to drive?” Lauren asked with her mouth full. Fast food had never tasted so good. She took bite after bite, hardly giving herself time to chew. Even watching Calvin fill the bus’s gas tank with the engine running hadn’t taken away her appetite, although it had frazzled her nerves. She’d waited in the VW while he’d run into the gas station, emerging less than a minute later with a plastic bag she was really hoping contained snacks.
Cal shook his head, climbing back into the driver’s seat. “Something might happen.”
“Think I can’t handle it?” she asked, more as a reflex than in actual pique.
“You’re a fine driver,” he said. “I’m better.”
She sighed. “I’d be offended, except you always have the superpowers trump card. Is there anything you’re not better at than me?”
“Talking?” he said. “You’re really good at that.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Haircutting?” Cal ran a hand over his head.
“That’s slightly better, although I’m changing the topic now for the sake of my fragile ego,” Lauren said. “If you’re going to keep driving, shouldn’t you get some sleep? Or is the need to sleep a non-bionic thing?”
“No, you’re right.” He pulled out of the gas station and headed back toward the interstate. “Let’s go another hour or so and then find a rest stop. I even remembered breakfast.”
She took the plastic bag he held out and rummaged through, laughing as she held up multiple packages of beef jerky. “Breakfast of champions!”
“Or those on the run.”
“Is it wrong that I want to eat these right now?”
He stared at her. “You just ate a sub, chips, and a bunch of cookies.”
“So?” she said defensively. “Being a fugitive makes me hungry.”
Refocusing on the road, he shrugged. “Feel free. And hand me one.”
“Hah!” She laughed as she ripped open the packaging. “You ate more than I did. Who’s the piggy now?”
“Hey, genetic modifications use up a lot of calories,” he said, grabbing the offered beef.
Lauren just smirked and chewed her jerky.
* * *
It was closer to two hours later when Calvin finally pulled into a truck stop. Lauren had dozed off again but woke as the bus eased to a stop in a dark area away from the other vehicles.
“You’re not going to keep it running all night, are you?” she asked groggily.
“No,” he said, just as the engine went silent. “I’ll start it again after we get a few hours of sleep.”
With a yawning nod, she grabbed her purse and climbed out, heading toward the small building housing the restrooms.
“Wait.”
Even though Cal’s voice wasn’t very loud, Lauren realized she’d automatically planted her feet in response to his order.
She gave a huff of a laugh as he caught up with her. “You really should be teaching second grade.”
He cocked a questioning eyebrow at her as they walked together to the restrooms.
“You say it, and I obey,” she explained. “It’d be a handy classroom skill.”
“Ha. You actually obeyed? I must’ve blinked and missed it.”
Lauren just made a face at him as she went into the women’s room. It wasn’t the worst public bathroom she’d ever encountered, but it could’ve used a good scrubbing. There was toilet paper, though, and hot water and a mirror, although she really didn’t want to know what sort of hot mess she was at the moment. She still had on her work clothes, and her skirt and blouse were looking a little worse for wear. Her boots were just plain hurting.
She did her best, brushing her teeth with a spare toothbrush she kept in her purse and washing all her accessible bits using water, dispenser soap and a handful of rough brown paper towels. Propping a booted foot on the edge of a toilet seat, she made an effort to clean her skinned knee, sucking in a breath at the sting of the water.
“You okay?” Cal asked as he walked in.
“Really?” She blew on her still-painful knee. “I invite you into one ladies’ room and you think you have a nationwide all-access pass?”
Ignoring that, he squeezed into the stall with her. “Need help?”
She shrugged, switching legs. “Not much to help with. I’m just trying to knock the worst of the gravel out of these scrapes.” Dabbing at her raw-looking knee with a wet tissue, she gritted her teeth as this one began burning as well.
Cal took the tissue from her hand and did a quick clean that left her gasping.
“There,” he said, dropping the tissue in the toilet and flushing. “Ready to head back?”
Lauren carefully lowered her foot to the ground. “To our hippie-mobile? Sure.”
She limped a little on the way back to their parking spot, but the soreness quickly eased. As it did, she began to think about the logistics of their sleeping quarters.
“So.” She opened the side door. “What’s the plan?”
“Besides moving the bodies?” Cal asked with the slightest smirk.
“Besides that,” she agreed, looking at the stretch of green-and-orange shag carpet that covered the back of the van.
“The plan is sleep, wake up, drive.” He slipped by Lauren into the bus and closed the few gaps in the curtains that covered all the back windows, before moving between the seats to lock both front doors. He pulled a fabric divider across the width of the interior behind the driver and passenger seats, separating them from the front of the bus and hiding them from anyone looking in the windshield.
“So, sleep back here?”
“With the sleeping bags we bought, it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable,” Cal said, pulling out the bedrolls. He shifted the rest of their purchases to the side to make room to unroll the sleeping bags parallel to each other. He’d taken off his suit jacket and tie hours earlier, but now he began to unbutton his shirt.
We must have different ideas of uncomfortable. Lauren wasn’t about to bring the whole sexual-tension subject up if he wasn’t, though. She climbed into the back of the bus, pulling the door closed behind her. “Next time, you might want to steal a camper. One with a bathroom.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Lock that door.”
Lauren did. “See? Obeying.”
He just gave a snort, whether in amusement or disbelief, she wasn’t sure. With the door closed and the back windows covered, it was inky dark in the bus for a few seconds before Cal clicked on a flashlight and offered it to her. Trying very hard not to look at his bare chest, she took the light, holding it beneath her chin as she dug through one of the shopping bags. Most of what he’d bought her was cold-weather gear, and they were still south enough for it to be in the sixties at night, despite it being late November. There was no way she could sleep in any of her new fleece or flannel tops, especially wrapped in a sleeping bag. She pulled out one of Cal’s new T-shirts.
“Mind if I...?” She held it up and then directed the flashlight toward Cal so she could see his affirmative shrug. Unfortunately for the knot of nerves and lust building in her stomach, she also saw that he had removed his pants and was now in just a pair of black boxer briefs.
The next awkward moment popped up just seconds later. “Uh...would it be okay if I turned off the light for a minute to change?”
“Knock yourself out.” He sounded amused as he slid into his sleeping bag, but Lauren didn’t care. She’d only kissed him a couple times, and the first time he saw her naked wasn’t going to be while she was struggling to get out of her clothes in the back of a VW bus.
Clicking off the flashlight and sitting on the sleeping bag that did not contain a luscious, unnerving, too-hot-for-his-own-good man, she yanked off her boots and stripped her socks from her feet. Wiggling her bare toes against the cool fabric of the sleeping bag, Lauren sighed blissfully. She’d been dying to do that for hours, but she hadn’t wanted to take off her boots until she’d been sure she wouldn’t have to run for her life again. Although running for her life was still a possibility, she was too tired and her feet hurt too much at this point to care.
Unzipping her skirt, she wiggled it off her hips, down her legs and over her feet. Her top pulled off over her head easily. She unhooked her bra but hesitated a moment before letting it fall, feeling shy even with the blanket of darkness covering them.
Wearing just her panties, she groped around for her borrowed T-shirt.
“A little to your right.” Cal’s voice, low and raspy, came out of the darkness.
“Thanks,” she said, reaching right and feeling the soft cotton of the T-shirt.
As her fingers closed around the fabric, realization struck. Sucking in a hard breath, she yanked the shirt to her chest, trying to hide behind her arms and the wad of fabric.
“Asshole!” she yelped, attempting to straighten the T-shirt enough to pull it on without flashing her breasts again. The bastard had already seen enough. “Those eye enhancements—you can see in the fucking dark, can’t you?”
“Not in full dark,” he corrected.
Lauren wasn’t appeased. “In this light, though, with the little bit from the outside coming in, you saw—see me, don’t you?”
There was a pause, and she imagined Cal shrugging. “A little, yeah.”
“Ha!” she scoffed, finally finding the opening at the bottom of the T-shirt and yanking it over her head. “A little, my ass. You saw the whole thing, didn’t you?” She jammed her arms through the sleeves but still felt naked, as if he could see right through the shirt. Who knew, maybe X-ray vision was another one of his bionic-man powers.
After another short silence, he spoke again. “Yeah. I saw you. I saw that you’re too fucking beautiful.”
Lauren was frozen for a moment, her heart hammering, caught by his words and a surge of desire that had been simmering ever since that first kiss in the mail room.
“I’m still pissed,” she finally said, but even she could hear that her words were too breathless for anyone to believe.
“I’m sorry.” His words didn’t sound sincere either. They came just inches from her ear and she inhaled a quick breath, her heart still pounding.
Lauren reached out slowly, half expecting her hands to close on air, but her palms flattened on warm skin instead. His chest was slightly rough with hair but smooth beneath. Tentatively, her hand passed over a nipple and then returned, pinching the bit of flesh between her fingers, marveling at how incredibly soft it was.
She felt the vibration beneath her fingers as he groaned. Other than that small movement, however, Cal was still, allowing her to explore. At first, she welcomed the opportunity to touch him, the darkness making her brave. Her fingers traced the hard ridges of his stomach, feeling the slight jump of muscle under her touch.
Soon his stillness began to feel like a challenge, and Lauren moved from exploring mode to full-on seduction. She tipped her head forward, brushing her lips against his chest until she rediscovered his nipple. Calvin drew a sharp breath, and she smiled against his skin at the reaction.
Her hands smoothed lower, tracing the waistband of his boxer briefs before running her fingertips beneath it. The muscles beneath his skin shivered and twitched, and Lauren delved lower, finding the most obvious proof of his interest—a rock-hard erection.
As her fingers closed around his cock, her teeth closed on his nipple, hard enough to pinch. With a sound she could only describe as a snarl, Cal grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up so they were face-to-face. Despite her arousal, she noticed how easily he’d lifted her, as if she weighed no more than an infant. Lauren wrapped her legs around his waist, using them to grind her crotch against his belly.
“This isn’t smart,” he rasped, dropping his hands to cup her ass, kneading and squeezing.
“No?” She was hardly listening to his words, since being trapped between his hands and stomach was a little distracting. “It feels really good though.”
He groaned. “Yeah, it does.”
With her arms free, she twined them around his neck, using her fingers to play with his nape and the outline of his ears.
“Lauren.” His hands left her ass to cover her fingers. “Fuck, Lauren, we can’t.”
She felt her bottom lip slide out like a five-year-old who wasn’t getting a sucker. “Why not?”
“No condoms.”
The harsh practicality of the statement brought her out of her aroused haze. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” Although her hands had stilled under his, he played with her fingers and drew lines down the backs of her wrists. “The one fucking thing we didn’t buy.”
Her brain was working again, however, and she smiled. “That doesn’t mean all our fun has to stop.” Untwisting her legs from around his waist, she wiggled backward, her fingers finding and catching in his waistband again.
“Lauren,” he warned, catching her hands.
“Calvin.” She copied his severe tone and then grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll like this.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he muttered, but released her hands. She took advantage of this freedom to peel down his underwear, pulling it over his thighs and down his legs, moving backward on her knees until she could pull it over his feet and toss the boxer briefs behind her.
Sitting back on her heels, Lauren caught the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
“That wasn’t on long,” he said, although his mocking words were countered by his rough voice, and she knew Cal wasn’t as unaffected as he was pretending to be.
In response, she hooked a finger in each side of her panties and dragged them down slowly. He groaned so softly, just above an exhale, and she smiled, a triumphant, predatory smile.
“I know we shouldn’t get more involved,” he said, his voice much closer than it had been a moment ago. “I fucking know it. Then I look at you, and all my logic goes out the window.”
She gave a breathless laugh, reaching out and finding him in the dark. Her hands met his torso again and she realized he was kneeling in front of her. “Join the club,” she told him, moving forward on her knees so she could feel the hard planes of his back. “You’ve been taking away my logic and reason since I first saw you. Why else do you think I have a hundred years’ worth of office supplies crammed in my desk?”
“I don’t know. You’re an office-supply hoarder?”
In retaliation, she grabbed his ass and squeezed. Hard.
With a muffled curse, Cal lifted and turned her, flipping her onto her back and coming down on top of her. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath before he kissed her, his mouth rough, thorough, and as bossy as she’d remembered. She buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him against her, even though he didn’t really need the encouragement. He yanked at her lowered panties, tugging them toward her knees. She tried to help as much as possible, wiggling out of them and finally kicking them off her ankles.
He lightened the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip. Moaning in protest, Lauren wrapped her legs around his waist, using all her limbs to try to pull him tighter against her. He just gave an amused grunt, keeping his lips light and teasing, completely ignoring her efforts.
There are disadvantages to making out with the Bionic Man. With an aggrieved sound, she nipped back, a little harder than he’d done to her. He jerked back with a growl, making her stomach jump with nerves and anticipation, and then was back, kissing her harder than before.
This kiss was different, filled with intent and purpose, while the other had just been playing around. Her anxiety grew, dragging her arousal up with it, and she briefly wondered what kind of freak she was for her apprehension to turn her on like that. When Cal’s hand found her breast, however, all conscious thought disappeared, washed away by sheer, blinding lust.
His fingers pinched the tip of her breast, making her jump and then moan with the tiny pain. As he released her nipple, sensation rushed back, dragging another small cry from her. She twisted and ground her hips against his stomach, her pussy feeling unbearably empty.
Dragging his lips down her neck and across her chest, he found all her most sensitive spots with the accuracy of someone who could see in the dark. Cal licked and kissed the top slope and underneath her breast, cruelly skipping over her nipple. When his lips finally closed around the tip, his tongue and teeth torturing the aching point, Lauren cried out, her nails digging into the meat of his upper back.
He groaned against her and gave the nipple in his fingers a tug, sending bolts of pleasure though her. If all of Cal’s parts hadn’t been out of reach of her mouth, she would have bitten him, just to anchor herself, to relieve some of this agonizing pleasure. As it was, all she could do was squirm against him, whimpering.
His mouth stayed on her nipple, nipping and sucking, but his hand left her other breast and settled on her ass cheek. Lauren gripped his skull again, her fingers tunneling through the smooth strands of his hair to hold him closer. Each time his teeth closed on her nipple, her fingers tightened on his head and his hand slapped against her ass. Every connection of his hand to her rear cheek shoved her pussy against his torso, making her groan. She was already soaking wet, and every smack flooded her pussy even more.
“Please,” she begged, so desperate that she was willing to take anything he gave her, as long as it relieved this thundering want.
He was breathing fast and hard—she could feel the puffs of air against her breast as his tongue played with her nipple. Instead of answering her plea, he ran his fingers the length of the crevice between her ass cheeks, brushing her clenching rear opening before finding her pussy with his fingertips. Cal was back in teasing mode, a quick touch or slide of his hand, a playful tweak of her clit that almost made her levitate.
Just as her brain was about to explode, he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy.
Lauren cried out, the surprise entry of those thick digits giving her everything she needed. This is why she’d been begging, for the stretching sting of Cal inside her—fingers, cock, tongue—it didn’t really matter what part. She’d just needed to be full of him.
He lifted his head, the cool air against her wet nipple bringing it to an even sharper point. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He sounded like he couldn’t breathe. Lauren was glad she wasn’t the only one driven absolutely nuts with lust.
Sliding his fingers free, he drove them back in. He shifted so he could kiss her mouth, one of his long, hard, bossy kisses with an extra edge of desperation. With his fingers lodged deep in her body, his thumb pressed her clit in small circles. Lauren could hear sounds coming from her own throat that she couldn’t stop, small cries and whimpers, as her hips thrust against his hand, trying to take his fingers impossibly deeper.
With a final hard kiss, Cal left her mouth and pulled his fingers free. He untangled her legs from around his torso, leaving her in the darkness alone for just a fraction of a second before she felt his hands pushing her knees apart and his mouth on her inner thigh.
Lauren sucked in a breath at the contact as he bit and licked his way along her thigh to her center. All teasing gone, he drove his tongue into her pussy, over and over, until she was writhing beneath him. His lips closed around her clit and his fingers returned, thrusting, filling the place his tongue had left empty.
She exploded then, arching into her climax as her body clamped down on his fingers. The blackness behind her eyelids lit with color as pleasure vibrated through her, as shudder after shudder rocked her body with sheer raw bliss.
Reality returned slowly with a prickling touch against her belly. She reached down to touch the back of Cal’s head and realized he was planting light kisses across her stomach. After his lips brushed softly against her skin, the rough stubble of his chin and cheeks scratched that same spot.
Lauren laughed, giving two handfuls of his hair a tug.
“What?” he asked innocently. “I thought you liked it a little rough.”
“I don’t, normally.” Cal brought out the adventurer in her, the wild woman.
“Just with me, huh?” His words echoed her thoughts.
“Guess you wake up my inner masochist,” she teased, lightly scratching his scalp with her nails.
He growled and crawled up so they were face-to-face. “I’m glad,” he said, before kissing her hard. “It’s fucking hot.” He found her lips again, biting and sucking at her mouth until she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She was as wound-up as she’d been before she came.
Lauren eventually pulled back, untangling her legs from his body and wiggling down between his knees.
“Where are you going?” Cal asked, although the heated tension in his voice indicated that he had a pretty good idea.
Instead of answering his question, she giggled. “I feel like a mechanic working underneath a car.”
Running her hands up his furred thighs, she latched onto his ass cheeks and pulled her upper body up until the top of her head touched his stomach. He must have sucked in, as the contact disappeared for a moment.
She found his cock by feel, leaning in until the blunt tip bumped her cheek. She turned her head and licked the moisture from the end.
“Christ, Lauren,” he groaned. She smiled and licked it again, circling her tongue around the head before probing the damp slit at the tip. Cal made another sound, this one incoherent, that she chose to take as encouraging. Digging her fingers into his ass cheeks, she swallowed his cock to the back of her throat.
He gave a muted shout, and his whole body jerked. Lauren clung to him with her hands and mouth until his surprised movement passed. Her cheeks pulled at his cock, her tongue massaging the underside and the muscles of her throat pulling at the head. She retreated and then swallowed him again, loving the way he filled her mouth.
With a muttered curse, Cal rolled onto his back, holding her with his thighs so she came with him. The quickness of the move startled her into releasing his cock but, as soon as she regained her bearings, she closed her lips around him again, dropping her head as far as she could go without choking.
In this new position, her hands were free. She wrapped one around the base of his cock and played with his balls with the other. Lauren lifted her head until just the tip of his erection stayed in her mouth and then dropped down again, relaxing her throat and taking in as much of his cock as possible. She rose again and gently squeezed his sac.
As if she’d pushed a button, Cal made a snarling sound and grabbed her head with both hands. Holding her still, he thrust his hips, pounding his cock into her mouth, as hard and deep as it would go. At first, she gagged and struggled to breathe, panicking a little as the broad tip shoved deep. When she finally gave up, her throat relaxed, and it got easier. All Lauren could do was take him, enjoying the helplessness, the roughness of it, as he fucked her face. Her lower belly clenched and a gush of moisture wet her thighs. She wondered again what was wrong with her that this should excite her so much.
When she felt him hesitate and start to withdraw, she grabbed his ass cheeks again and pulled, burying his cock in her mouth. He resisted for a moment but then gave in, coming with a drawn-out groan. Lauren felt his muscles vibrating under her grip as he climaxed, jerking as he came, and the bittersweet heat of his come filled her throat. She swallowed eagerly, wanting to taste him, to know him, to hold him inside her.
She still sucked gently as his muscles eased and softened, until he caught her under the arms and pulled her up so they were face-to-face. He kissed her, the most gentle, sweet kiss she’d ever known. Wrapping his arms around her, Cal tucked her head beneath his chin and relaxed. It wasn’t long before soft snores began to rumble from the chest beneath her cheek.
“Cal,” she whispered.
“Hmm?” He didn’t sound very awake.
“Can we get into a sleeping bag?” she asked. “My front’s warm—thank you very much—but my backside’s freezing.”
With just a mild grumble, he rolled her to the side. Lauren heard rustling and the sound of a zipper.
“C’mon in,” he said, his voice gruff with sleepiness.
She felt her way into the bag. Turning onto her side, she wiggled backward until she was snuggled against the naked wall of muscle that was Cal. He reached over and zipped her in. The warmth settled around her on all sides, and she sighed, content.
“Roomy in here,” she said with a yawn, giving one more wriggle to get even closer to Cal.
“Zipped them together.” He didn’t sound sleepy anymore. His hand closed around her hip, holding her still.
“Sorry,” she said, although a smile caught the corner of her lips when she felt the hot, hard press of Cal’s reawakened cock on her ass cheek.
His grunt indicated that he doubted her sincerity. “Just...quit moving.”
Her smile grew. It was probably mean to enjoy his torture but Lauren couldn’t help it. “‘Night, Calvin.”
Another grunt was the only response.
* * *
He’d been sleeping just a few minutes ago, but now he was wide awake. Having Lauren’s sweet ass pressed against his cock wasn’t a very good sleep aid. He wanted to allow his hand to roam, but, with a teeth-gritting show of self-discipline, he kept it where it was, resting on her smooth hip.
Think of something else, his brain demanded. Taking a few slow, deep breaths, he tried. He really did. But just as he started to make a plan for the following day, Lauren murmured and wiggled against him.
“Fuck,” he breathed soundlessly, closing his eyes and giving up the battle to keep his hand still. His other arm was trapped beneath her head, out of temptation’s way, but one free hand was all he needed. Sliding it over her hip, he stroked her belly, the softness of her skin giving him goose bumps.
He traced a line from her belly button to her breasts, cupping the weight of one while running his thumb across the nipple. He’d thought she’d been distracting before when she’d visited him in the mail room, so beautiful, smelling sweet and hungry, but this was a whole other level of distraction. He’d seen her naked, felt her, tasted her, experienced her mouth around his cock...
Cal groaned. His concentration was shot. How was he supposed to evade the agents when he couldn’t focus on anything but her?
The gentle movements of his hand had roughened with his thoughts, now squeezing and tugging on her nipple. She gasped awake, rubbing against him immediately, her thighs separating to offer his cock access. It was too easy to slide his erection across her wet skin and touch the tip to her pussy. Lauren moaned, trying to take him inside her, but he pulled his hips away, his breath rasping in his throat.
“No,” he gritted out. “We can’t.”
“Please?” Lauren asked, sounding half-asleep and desperately horny.
He gave a harsh laugh. “Not unless a fucking condom magically appears.”
“I’m... I mean, I won’t give you anything.”
His whole body tightened, and it was a few moments before he could speak. “I’d love to—fuck, I’d love to—but I might give you something.”
It was her turn to stiffen.
“Not like that,” he said quickly. “I’m clean. I have a built-in monitor. Anytime I’m sick, injured, anything’s wrong like that, I know. I meant that it’d be a really bad time for you to be pregnant, and pulling out is a shit form of birth control.” He realized he’d slid his hand down over her stomach again.
“Oh. True.” She turned over to face him. “We should probably get some sleep anyway.”
“Right.” He almost laughed. Cal wasn’t sure what was worse—her ass snuggled against his erection or her breasts pressing into his chest. “Sleep.”
* * *
Somehow he must’ve dozed off, since, when he opened his eyes, sunlight was creeping its way into the bus. Lauren was still sleeping, tucked into his chest with a leg caught between his. He was hard again—or still hard from the night before. He wasn’t sure which.
Cal let himself enjoy it for a few moments. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d touched someone like this, lying so close together that their naked skin warmed each other. Lauren’s breath threw heated, damp air against his neck. His cock wasn’t the only thing reacting to her nearness. Cal’s whole body was enjoying the contact, actually relaxing for the first time in...he didn’t know how long.
The sounds from outside filtered into their protected cocoon, reminding Cal that they had to get moving. With a low groan, he rolled onto his back. Lauren made a sleepy sound of complaint and followed him over, ending up on top of him. He laughed, unable to stop from stroking both hands across her back. He did pause before reaching her ass, though. There was lust, and then there was torture.
“Five more minutes,” she muttered, trying to burrow deeper into his chest. Her head was tucked beneath his chin, her face hidden against him.
He was tempted to let her sleep, but awareness of the ever-present danger hummed at the back of his mind. Plus, the lack of condoms was going to get him into trouble if he kept holding her like this. Lifting a hand from her back, he let it land on her ass cheek with a sharp smack.
Her head jerked up. She glared, looking so much like a rumpled, hostile kitten that he grinned.
“Miles to go, Lauren,” he said, giving her another tap on the rear that turned into a stroke before he could stop himself.
“Fine,” she grumbled, sliding off him. “Bionic bastard.”
Cal closed his eyes as her skin slipped over his. He was pretty sure that she was touching as much of him as possible for as long as possible. He was also pretty sure that his head was about to explode. When her thigh brushed across his erection, he snapped, rolling her beneath him.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl,” he growled. Her eyes were wide, apprehensive, but her scent was all arousal. Cal kissed her, hard, before his teeth closed over her full bottom lip firmly enough to make her squeak. He released her and pulled away, just a bare inch, so he could still feel her fast pants against his mouth. Her hips twisted, lifting to grind against him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes, trying to force down his desire, to clear the thick fog of lust from his brain. It wasn’t normal to be this turned on.
“Cal?” Lauren wiggled beneath him, making his breath catch in his throat.
“Give me a second,” he grunted, allowing more of his weight to press down, trying to still those insanity-producing squirms.
“Not that this doesn’t feel really, really good, because it does, but I have to pee,” she said. “And you’re kind of squishing my bladder right now.”
With another groan, he shifted off her. Lauren gave him a quick peck that fell somewhere between his cheek and his ear and shot a jolt of arousal to his already swollen cock. He would have grabbed her again, but she’d already rolled to her feet. He watched her as she bent over to dig through one of the shopping bags, knowing he was just torturing himself but unable to look away from her round, perfect ass.
It only got worse as she pulled on a pair of jeans, her ass and breasts jiggling when she hopped a little as she pulled the denim over her hips.
“Christ, you’re killing me,” he muttered, seeing her grin before she yanked his T-shirt over her head.
“Revenge,” she said, stepping over him and grabbing her purse. She squatted beside him and offered another one of her quick pecks, this one on the tip of his nose. “For all those heavy boxes of office supplies I had to lug around just so I could listen to you grunt at me in the mail room.”
She rose and opened the door just far enough so she could slip out, slamming it closed behind her.
Cal let the back of his head thud against the floor. “I’m so fucked.”