Free Bid Me Now by Rebecca Gilise Page B

fingertips. “I’ll be there. Just let me know the time and place.”  
    He grinned.  
    “All right, you’re on. I’ll ring the tutor and arrange it. How did you get to be so hard and strong?” she asked on an impulse, then bit her lip. It was like she’d grown a “stupid” button that had no off switch.
    Nick leaned back, his obvious amusement at her question making her go even redder. “I prefer working with the men on jobs rather than pushing a pen. And I do some boxing and martial arts. Keeps the reflexes sharp.”  
    “Oh, macho kick-ass stuff.” Miri knew she was being super-obvious in her admiration, but she couldn’t seem to stop. She couldn’t even slow down.  
    “I guess you could call it that. You know what you’re doing to me, right?”  
    Miri’s mind went dizzy with the possibilities. “What?”
    Nick leaned close, his mouth a hair’s breadth from hers. “Making me want to do this.” He tilted her head back and kissed her throat, all the way to down to the top of her breasts, where his mouth lingered and breathed hot and damp on her skin. She arched into him, her fingers fisting his shirt. This was so reckless. But right now, nothing mattered except the moment. And she needed this moment. Desperately. As Nick raised his head, she found the opening in his shirt again and pushed her hand deep inside, sliding her fingers down until they hit the barrier of his belt.  
    “So lovely and hard… ” she started to say, but her words were cut off when Nick kissed her again.  
    “God, Miri,” he moaned into her mouth, his hand circling her waist to pull her toward him until she could feel herself wedged hard against the console separating them. With a deep growl, Nick lifted her across the console to set her down half on his lap, his hand supporting her butt.
    Miri was way past lost cause. With a deep sigh, she let her head fall back as Nick used his free hand to ease the straps of her dress down. She heard his soft growl and felt his mouth along the top of her bra, lingering to dip his tongue between her breasts. When he stopped, she opened her eyes, praying this wasn’t the end. Nick was staring at her strapless, black lace demi bra as if transfixed. His white-hot stare made everything inside her tighten with need. Oh, dear Lord, she wanted him. All of him.
    When Nick worked his hand down inside the lace to graze his thumb over a nipple, Miri trembled at what was to come, barely able to draw a breath.  
    “Oh, God,” Miri moaned as Nick’s fingers hooked under her bra and pulled it down in one swift movement.  
    “You’re incredible. So beautiful,” he murmured, bending to flick his tongue over a nipple.
    Miri thought she would pass out from a combination of sexual heat and hyperventilation. The sheer unexpected spiral of ecstasy that traversed every nerve in her body caused her to almost jerk out of his arms. As his mouth moved to the other nipple, she let out such a loud groan that Nick raised his head to look at her. What he thought he’d unleashed she had no idea, but she was in no fit state to ask. She just prayed that he would go back to what he was doing and, thank the heavens, he did. It was as if one big avalanche of lust had been let loose, with Nick kissing every inch of her bare skin that he could get at and with her squirming so hard she could feel him continually adjusting his hand under her butt to keep her seated.  
    Nick’s mouth was on her throat again, when somehow her vision cleared a degree to register movement outside the car. Who on earth…? She gave a small jerk and straightened.  
    Nick pulled away sharply, breathing hard. “What’s wrong? You want me to stop?”
    She gasped in alarm, both at what she could see out the window and the thought of him stopping. “Yes…no…oh, I think it’s Mr. Johnston.”
    “Who? Oh, is that all?” he growled, then bent his head again.  
    “No, really. It’s Mr. Johnston walking his dog,” she hissed,