Free Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off by Cara North

get a chance, at least until she gave him a real chance.
    He sat in the seat and placed a hand on her thigh. “Don't move."
    "You want me to stay here?” She was still in the center of the truck seat.
    "There's a lap belt. I like having you close by. Just in case.” He started the engine as she buckled the middle seatbelt.
    "In case what?” Bethany said with distinct humor.
    "In case I need to do this.” He stroked her with two fingers, gently, from her knee to her hip then back again. The soft coordinating jumpsuit she wore was soft, like velvet. When he returned to her knee, he made the same line only this time he traced toward her inner thigh.
    "Jack. That's not funny.” She closed her eyes and let him continue to trace circles and lines over her thighs, coming close to her sex but not close enough to touch it.
    "I'm not trying to be funny.” He bit back the smile. She was so responsive to his touch he felt like a warrior. His ego pumped up as his lungs filled with her sweet scent.
    "You should be paying attention to your driving. How would you like it if I were feeling you up?” She stroked her hand along his thigh and then traced her finger over his fly. The soft touched had the desired effect but not before she pulled back with a gasp. “You're not even hard, you, you, scoundrel!"
    Fast as lightning, she undid the seatbelt and moved to her side of the truck, buckled back in, and crossed her legs. “I can't believe you were just toying with me. I mean I'm sitting here soaking myself, and you're over there just driving away."
    He smiled a devilish smile. He was just toying with her until she confessed how much she liked it. “I think you should test it again."
    "No. I will not touch it while you're driving, Jack.” He watched as she tried not to smile.
    "Fine. Touch you then. It's all I really wanted anyways.” He winked.
    She gasped again. He had shocked a few people in his lifetime, but apparently he shocked Bethany more than most. “The nerve you have! You think I'm just going to sit here and masturbate for you?"
    "What else are you going to do for the next oh, ten hours?” Jack watched the road for a moment longer then looked over to her. She was sitting there thinking about it. He knew as much because her heart was pumping her soft little jacket off her left breast like a jackrabbit kicking out of a trap. He hadn't started with these intentions, but Bethany got him going, and he didn't want to stop.
    "I can't.” She shook her head.
    "Sure you can. I'll help you. It'll make the drive more interesting.” He nodded then reached over and stroked her arm from her shoulder to her elbow. “Live a little."
    The words fell on Bethany like a warm blanket. Living a little was the point, right? She wanted to live like the woman without fear. To be in charge of her life and experience all the world had to offer. Bethany Dodson would never, ever, think of doing such a thing, but Bethany Johnson really liked the way Jack thought. It was like being in the hotel again. Anyone who drove by, though they would have to be in a truck just as high and actually look or pay attention, could see her doing it.
    "All right,” she said softly.
    Jack swerved and straightened again. He was not expecting her to actually go through with it. She liked the fact that she had shocked him for a change.
    "But not if you can't control the wheel."
    "I can, I will, I just ... I will.” He tightened two hands on the wheel for a moment.
    "Okay,” she said.
    He could feel the heat creep over his cheeks. She had him, and she knew it.
    "Where should I start?” she said in a purposely low and seductive tone.
    "Take your top off.” He could not control the timbre in his voice. He was now turned on and, as a safety precaution, put the vehicle on cruise. His foot was liable to get a little heavy.
    She unzipped the soft jacket and slid it off her arms. A plain white T-shirt was underneath. He balanced his attention between the road and Bethany.