Free Stone Deep: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Stone Brothers Book 3) by Tess Oliver, Anna Hart Page B

look the slightest bit embarrassed. Of course, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would ever be embarrassed. “How shall I reply?” I asked holding back a grin. Before he could answer, I typed a response and pressed send.
    He shot me a questioning glance.
    “I told Sherry that you have a date with a pair of lavender panties and that you’d talk to her later.” Slade was uncharacteristically silent, and I felt silly for sending the text. “Unless you want to turn around and head back.”
    “Huh? No, I wasn’t thinking about the text. I’m back to thinking about those purple panties.”
    I laughed. “You, sir, always know exactly what to say to turn me into a loose, wanton woman.” I swiveled in my seat to face him again. “And I think you deserve a second glance at the infamous purple panties.” I spread my legs and inched my dress up my thighs.
    He glanced down at my exposed panties. “Damn, they’re just as hot the second time.” His fingers gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as he reluctantly pulled his hungry gaze away from me and back to the road. He turned suddenly, and a shocked squeak shot from my mouth as I grabbed the edge of the seat to keep from being bounced off.
    He pulled the car off onto a long strip of gravel and sand. “Knew that all wheel drive was handy for something.” We were on a patch of weedy dirt overlooking the ocean, a good vista point for picture taking during the day. But it was close to midnight, and the place was deserted and just far enough off the highway to be out of the way of passing headlights.
    He motioned with his thumb behind him. “Backseat, lavender panty girl. I’ve been driving a long time, and this is my kind of rest stop.”
    We opened the doors. Another squeal shot from my lips, but this one was more of excited anticipation than shock. We climbed into the backseat and quickly discovered that Slade was just a little too big for the average backseat.
    “Wait,” he said, “I know just what to do.” He turned to the side and stretched his long legs across the seat.
    I looked at the way he’d professionally positioned himself. “Nice. I’d almost think that you had done this before.”
    “Maybe once or twice but never with a freakin’ pair of lavender panties.” He paused. “Oh wait, scratch that.” He paused in thought again. “But never with a girl as fucking hot as you.”
    I pushed up his shirt. The stitches had been removed from the gash, but the skin along it was puckered and still slightly swollen. “What about this?”
    “When you are part Superman, which according to the nurses I must be, wounds like this heal fast.”
    He pulled me onto his lap and I straddled him. “Kidding aside, Tink,” his voice lowered and a more serious expression crossed his face, “you’ve got my head spinning in every direction.” He pulled my face down to his and kissed me. His erection pushed against my pussy as his hands smoothed up under my dress and along my back. “Watching you sleep was making me so fucking hot for you.” He slipped the dress strap off my shoulder and exposed my naked breast. He watched from beneath heavy lids as he teased my nipple erect with his thumb and forefinger. “Every part of you is such a fucking turn on, baby.” His mouth returned to mine. His tongue ran long, lazy strokes across my lips. “Slip those purple panties off. I want to feel your hot pussy around my cock.”
    His caresses and dirty talk spurred me into action. I bumped my head as I climbed up and off. With a laugh, I fell onto the opposite seat. I slipped off my sandals and braced my bare feet against his thigh to lift my bottom. He watched with his dark green eyes as I shimmied the panties off.
    “Best fucking striptease I’ve ever witnessed in the back of a car,” he grunted as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. Before I could move to straddle him again. He shook his head.
    “Stay right there, but spread those knees