Driving down Pacific Coast Highway, I look out in the darkness and smile. The moon and the stars and planets might be lighting up the sky, but right now my universe is aglow with Camden Waters.

Never in my twenty-four years have I left a club with a guy who wasn’t my boyfriend; then again, I’d never had a one-night stand, either. It just wasn’t in my DNA. Note the wasn’t, because it is now.

I’m not exactly drunk, but I am tipsy, and Cam is driving me home. That means I can cross number five off the list, I think with a giggle.

5. Get drunk and let someone else worry how you’re going to get home ✓

“What’s so funny?” Cam asks.

Reaching into my purse, I take my phone from it and pull up the list Maggie sent me. “Pull over—I want to show you something.”

He raises one sexy brow. “If you want to show me your gorgeous tits, you can just flash me right now. I promise I’ll drive faster so I can suck on them for a good long time as soon as I get you home.”

Such a dirty boy.

Just to see his reaction, I consider flashing him, but in this dress it will be nearly impossible. That’s when a better idea strikes. I’ll give him dirty. “You know what? Never mind; just keep driving.”

“No way. Now you have to tell me.”

I shake my head. “Not happening.”

“Give me your phone.”

“No.”

“Come on, hand it over,” he says.

Closing the list, I do as he asks. Why not let him ponder for a bit. He’ll never find it in the email anyway. And it’s fun to tease him.

When Cam comes to a light, he glances down at my phone and presses a few buttons. “Holy shit.” He whistles. “I just struck gold.”

Oh, my God!

No.

No.

No.

“Give me that!” I shriek, having forgotten all about my little photo shoot this morning.

Smirking to himself, he presses some more buttons and hits send before I can grab my phone from his hands.

“What did you do?” I ask, horrified. “Please tell me you didn’t post my picture on your Facebook wall or tweet it or something equally as mortifying.”

The light turns green and he presses on the gas. “First of all, I added you to my contacts and needed a pic to put beside it. Second, I’d never share you with anyone. Third, I don’t have any social media accounts anymore. They were a big pain in the ass. And finally,” he grins, “have I told you lately that you are so fucking hot?”

Inside, I dance a little; outside, I frown. “Give me your phone,” I tell him.

“No way.” He smirks.

“Give it to me so I can delete that picture.”

“Now why would I do that?”

“Because I’m naked.”

“Exactly! When did you take it, anyway? Wait, let me guess: when you were spying on me this morning and got all hot and bothered.”

My features pull together, somewhat relieved, but not really. “No, I did not. As a matter of fact, I took it of myself this morning before I spied on you. I mean before I used my camera to figure out what book you were reading.”

“Right,” he says.

“It’s true. And if you must know, I was going to show you a list of things I want to accomplish, and since we’re having fun together, I thought you might help me.”

“I’d love to help you.” There’s suggestiveness in his tone, and he’s not too far off in using it. “What is this list?” he asks. “Anything to do with your playlist?”

Surprised he figured it out, I can only answer him truthfully. “Yes, it’s a way for me to prove to myself that I’m not the uptight bitch Sebastian called me.”

In a flash, he opens the window. “Fuck you, Sebastian, Makayla is not an uptight bitch. She’s downright gorgeous is what she is!” he yells, throwing the middle finger.

Laughing, I can’t help but feel a tug at my heart that he gets me. Someone gets me. He gets me.

“What do I have to do?” he asks once the laughter fades.

Placing my hand on top of his thigh, I give it a little squeeze and in a voice somewhere between playful and seductive, I say, “All you have to do is keep driving.”

With a full-blown blinding smile that makes my heart skip a beat and my lips tingle, he cocks his head and glances over at me. “Drive. That’s all?”

“Yep. Just drive.” Smiling, I lean over the center console and add, “And don’t stop.”

Laughing huskily, he glances down at my hand on his lap and both eyebrows shoot up.

Super excited by his reaction, I begin to slide my palm up his leg to the button on his jeans, slipping my fingertips inside his waistband.

His breathing picks up and he groans when he feels my fingers wiggle around. “Makayla, what are you doing?”

Leaning toward him again, I whisper in his ear, “You might want to keep your eyes on the road, or better yet, pull over as soon as you can.”

His gaze falls to his lap just as I successfully unbutton his jeans and begin pulling down his zipper. “Makayla, really, what are you doing?”

Tickled that I am able to shock him, I glance up from under my lashes. “Cam, you’re a smart guy. I think you know what I’m doing.”

The noise he makes is something between a moan and a growl.

Seductively, I whisper, “You don’t know me well enough yet, but I never let an item go unchecked on a list if I can help it.”

“Undressing me in my Jeep is on your list?” he manages to ask.

By this point I am kissing his neck, his jawline, and the outer edge of his ear. “No, it isn’t, but giving a guy the best blow job of his life is.”

“A guy?”

“You, Cam. You. I’m going to give you the best blow job of your life.”

Practically unable to speak, he mutters, “Didn’t you promise me that once before?”

“I did, but you ran away before I delivered. Now I’m going to put my money where my mouth is.”

Almost incoherently, he laughs, “I’ll be happy for you to put your mouth on my cock, but I’m not sure I want to be a check mark.”

My fingers fumble and falter as I manage to get his cock out. It is thick and long, glistening at the head with clear, sweet pre-cum. Dipping my head to taste him, I lick it clean. Once. Twice. Three times.

He cries out, low and aching. “Okay, hell, I don’t care—go ahead and use me to check that box off your list.”

Outside the weather is cool. In here it’s hot and steamy. “That’s really generous of you to let me use your cock for my list.”

He laughs. “Now that the issue of having my cock is settled, how about we wait until we get home?”

Pleasure arcs through me hot and electric as soon as I grip him at his base. “No. I don’t think I’m going to wait.”

“Fuck.” He quickly moves from the outermost lane to the side and reduces his speed.

More than ready, I drag his cock along my lips.

The car jerks and he pulls over.

Sitting up, I look around. We’re in an empty parking lot. This is perfect. Unbuckling my seat belt, I glance over at him. The night is dark, but the moon overhead sheds enough of a glow that I can see him. His back is pushed against the seat, his lids are slightly hooded, and his eyes are overflowing with desire.

My heart skips a little. I’m doing this. Really doing this. Without any more thought, I reach over and trail a finger up the hardness of his belly muscles to circle a nipple covered in soft fabric.

His whole body shaking, he trembles and moans from just my touch and I feel powerful. Very powerful. With his mouth open just a little, I get a glimpse of his teeth and tongue. That look is beyond sexy and his name escapes my lips with a moan of my own.

Fast as sin, his hand goes to the back of my neck and he yanks me to him. Fingers tangle and tug in my hair as his lips brush across mine, whispering filthy words of lust. He draws me closer. I bite his lower lip, catching it between my teeth and pulling until he jerks back.

I breathe his air. Neither of us moves for a few long moments; we just stare at each other. Seven long nights I’ve thought about him. About touching him like this. Kissing him again. Wrapping my mouth around his cock. I wonder if he has, too.

Beneath my now-flattened palm, I can feel Cam’s heart thud faster and faster. “Come here,” he demands, in that low and rasping voice that soon might send me hurtling over the edge of orgasm.

A thrill runs through me. Excitement bounces and moves across my skin. The almost feral tone enough in itself to launch me right over.

Those hips of his jerk upright as soon as my tongue darts to that delicious tip, circling it just once for another taste before skimming my mouth down his cock and back up. Down and back up. Then once again.

His fingers tug my hair a little harder this time, and when I go down on him this time, I use my teeth.

Fueled by that spark of desire surging between us, he thrusts into my mouth. Letting my muscles go lax, I take him in, take him so deep, all the way to the back of my throat.

“Oh fuck,” he cries out, his voice deep. Hard.

Moving my mouth, I take him again. Then once more.

As I ease his hot, thick flesh into my mouth, then out, I can hear my own erratic breathing, and it matches his.

A hand soothes down my back and dips inside my dress. Those long fingers caress my bare cheeks and then slide along the seam of my thong, pressing, applying a little pressure along the way.

No one has ever touched me there. Not like he is doing. Completely off limits up until now, I never expected to be so turned on by it.

My clit pulsing, aching, ready to burst into orgasm, I clench his base with one hand and slide my mouth down, down, down. Muscles relaxing, I let go of my hold on him and find myself deep-throating him. Who would have thought it to be a real thing?

Letting go of my head, Cam grabs my free hand and starts to suck hard on my thumb. “You’re so fucking hot, Makayla.”

Passion is bubbling over inside me as I take him in my mouth as far as I can. When his tip hits the very back of my throat, I keep it there. Moving my mouth just slightly, this time I use my teeth, not my lips.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck.” His breathing is hoarse.

Clenching my thighs together, I think I might just come without a single touch. See, I didn’t need that damn vibrator after all.

Pushing him even farther, with my tongue, I continue to lick circles around his base. I feel him shudder. Once. Twice. Three times.

His body’s reaction, his groans, his heavy breathing, they’re all stoking the fire already blazing through my body. I want this to be the best he’s ever had, so I suck harder and move faster. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with every passing movement—both his and mine.

With the loudest of groans, he tugs on my thong, and it causes a pressure against my clit that makes me feel like comets are streaming down on us.

Taking him all the way in and pulling him out as I rasp my teeth gently against his long, hard length, I do it over and over with everything I have.

“Oh fuck, Makayla,” he curses and his body stiffens before relaxing. If I could see him, I’d bet he’s about to lose control.

Sliding my lips down him again, I find his balls and fondle them.

“Oh fuck, Makayla,” he repeats. Groaning loudly, he slides his hand across my back, muttering my name over and over.

His breath quickens as I rock my head up and down. His hand grabs my ass so tight, I know I’ll have bruises. I don’t care.

Hearing Cam suck in a few quick breaths through his teeth, I know he’s close to coming. When I flick my tongue across his tip, circling it, sucking it, he hisses, “Fuck, it’s going to happen. I’m going to come. You have to stop now.”

“No, I want to taste you. Swallow you. Take all you have to give me.”

Cam’s nearly panting when his body stills and his muscles clench. I can taste the salty sweetness flowing down my throat as I swallow. Taking a few moments to let him catch his breath, I run my hands up and down his thighs.

Raising my head, I wipe my mouth with my hand and I can’t help but grin at him. His breathing slowly returns to normal. Content, I lick my lips, still able to taste him, and his eyes widen.

“Holy fuck, I think I’m seeing stars,” he mutters.

I give him a quick wink. “Good. Now let’s hurry up and get back to Maggie’s, because I really need you to fuck me.”

“Want to do that again as I drive?” he asks with a quirk of his lips. “It was definitely the best blow job I ever had in my life.”

If I weren’t boneless right now, I’d be jumping for joy.

I did it.