They didn’t make it out of the parking lot. As soon as he’d shut the door to the Jeep and driven to the entrance at the far end of the parking lot, she’d climbed into his lap and straddled him, shoving her hot little tongue into his mouth.

Somehow, he managed to put the damn thing in park before he wrecked. He grabbed her neck, cupping her there hard, and gently forced her to slow down. But she wasn’t having it.

She ripped at his shirt. “Want you,” she gasped into his mouth.

He slid his hands up her bare thighs, understanding that she only wanted to feel, that she had probably never done anything like this before.

He tore his mouth away from hers. She kissed the side of his neck and bit at his earlobe. His eyes watered.

“Shit. Are you sure, Kayla?”

Guiding his hands higher with hers, she rose up on her knees until he came into contact with her thong. “I’m positive. Besides, I never could resist a dare.”

“You couldn’t?” He cupped her mound. “You’re soaking. The panties need to go.” Ripping them away, he used his free hand to unbutton his jeans and shove them down to his knees. “Left pocket. Condom.”

Kayla slid her hot tongue into his mouth, rubbing her bare pussy along the length of his cock while she dug through his jeans.

He teased two fingers inside of her, groaning out loud when her tight heat surrounded him. She tore the condom open with her teeth and rolled it on him. Her small hands stroking him along with her wet heat made him nearly mindless.

He glanced around, somehow maintaining a semblance of sanity to check for danger, but the windows were fogged up. Their hot breath made it impossible for anyone to see inside.

Kayla grabbed his cock and slid the head of him inside of her. He groaned, grasping her hips to hold them in place, and shoved his hips upwards. She cried out, her head falling back.

“Bryce.”

“Yeah, sweetheart.”

“It’s good. So good.”

“I know. I know.”

He shoved her skirt to her waist and tried to watch as he thrust in and out of her. But she rocked on his lap, sending him deeper, and he let out a hoarse shout.

“There you go. Ride me, honey.” He devoured her mouth, wishing like hell they had less clothes on so he could tongue her nipples and feel her breasts against his bare chest.

She rocked faster, panting and moaning. He fisted his hand in her hair and thrust deeper, not able to get enough. “Damn it.” He pulled out of her and jerked the seat all the way back until it lay almost flat. “Turn around.”

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

He smacked her ass. “Follow directions, baby, or I can’t fill you up again.”

She pouted so beautifully that he almost had mercy on her. Almost. He smacked her left butt cheek again. “Turn around.”

Whimpering, she maneuvered around him and the gearshift. “Lean back and spread your thighs.”

All those curves fell right into his lap, and he grabbed his cock, repositioned it at the entrance of her wet heat...then shoved inside.

“Better,” he said, his voice rough in her ear. “Much, much better.”

She lifted an arm, wrapping it around the back of his neck as she sought his mouth. Kissing her, he teased her clit and massaged her breast though her shirt. He managed to slip his hand inside the placket of buttons, feeling the swell of soft skin that made his cock jump.

“I’m coming,” she cried out, her back bowing.

Rubbing her clit firmly, he thrust deeply. Once, twice, and then a third time before he joined her, calling out her name.

His orgasm hit him hard, so hard that he choked out a curse as he kept rocking his hips. He went deeper and deeper while he poured everything inside of her in hot spurts that had him sucking in air.

Finally, her body relaxed against him, her sweet perfume and the scent of sex filling the air.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she finally said.

He glanced up at his rearview mirror, watching as she wriggled off him, wincing as she moved. “You okay?”

“Sore,” she admitted.

And that was fucking hot. “Nothing a hot bath couldn’t cure.” He ran his hands down her bare thighs, enjoying the feel of her warm, silky skin. “My place or yours?”

“Mine,” she said, all breathless.

He liked the sound of that. Hell, he loved what had just happened. “I promise to have you up in time for work,” he said, carefully disposing of the condom in a plastic bag he normally used to catch trash on road trips. Lifting his hips, he pulled up his boxer briefs and jeans.

Kayla didn’t say anything as she crawled to her side. She merely smiled at him and secured her seatbelt. “I’m ready when you are,” she said with a fake-ass brightness to her voice.

Only, he had no damn clue as to why. She’d been the one to come on to him. He’d been the one to make sure it was what she wanted. And yes, he’d gone full-on listen to me or else near the end, but she had seemed okay with it.

Maybe he was wrong.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stared straight ahead, not saying a word.

Maybe he should take her home.

*

Kayla held it together the entire way home. She held it together by wrapping her arms around her middle and not saying a word. If she spoke, she might break. If she broke, who would pick up the pieces?

God, what had she been thinking? She just jumped a virtual stranger in the parking lot of Pier 12. Who cared that he’d driven to the far end of the parking lot, where it was hard to see them? Not only had she’d made that stupid Jeep rock like it was a cradle, she had allowed Bryce to order her around and smack her bottom.

Twice.

Tate had never done that, at least without her clothes on. He usually smacked it when he wanted her to do something for him.

Smack! Get to it, Kayla Bear.

Thanks, babe. Smack!

It had been condescending and demeaning, but tonight...it hadn’t felt that way. Okay, if she were being honest, she liked it. She liked the way Bryce took control and ordered her around.

The only thing she didn’t like was her lack of control around him.

But it was almost as if she couldn’t help herself around him...not after they’d kissed. All she could think about through dinner was his mouth. His dare. His lips. How good he tasted and how thorough he was, discovering every little erogenous zone in her mouth. Then again, he was a detective and from what Daniel had said, a damn fine one. So it stood to reason he would be good at finding things out about people.

Bryce pulled the Jeep into her driveway. She grabbed her flowers and her cherry-colored clutch, jumping out before he could cut the engine, giving him a little wave and quick, “Night. Thanks again for dinner,” before she rushed to the front door.

Her hands were shaking as she searched for the key in her purse. Bryce’s headlights helped her some, but she inwardly fussed at herself for not leaving the porch light on.

She heard footsteps and froze.

“You forgot something,” Bryce said.

“My keys?” she asked hopefully.

“No.” He shook his head and pushed her against the door. “Your keys are in the side pocket of your purse.”

“Then what did I forget?” she asked breathlessly.

“My kiss goodnight.”

This time, when his lips covered hers, it was an act of possession. Of ownership and anger.

She’d insulted him, she realized with a start. And now, he was punishing her for it with a scorching hot kiss that she would remember until she dropped dead in her kitchen.

He broke their kiss, his eyes flashing. “Not sure what’s in your head, but for some damn reason, I want in. Tomorrow night, after work, you’re letting me in.”

“Only if you’ll do the same for me,” she shot back. In her experience, men didn’t like to share personal information. They ran in the opposite direction.

“I’m an open book, Kayla. No problem.”

That wasn’t the answer she’d been expecting from him.

“Fine,” she snapped.

“Fine.” He turned to walk away, and then doubled back. “Damn you. I could—”

She cut him off with a simple caress of her hand against his face and laid her head against his chest. “I can come to your place tomorrow. We’ll have more privacy.”

The tension she felt in his shoulders seemed to melt away. “Six too early for you?”

She shook her head. “What can I bring?”

“A bikini.” With that, he stalked to his Jeep and drove away.