Free Still Hot For You by Diane Escalera

between two other familiar cars. The silver SUV belonged to Christian. Of course, the sonic blue, pimped-out Cobra Mustang had to be Nico's, Dylan and Christian's wild-ass cousin.
    Shay's tires slid across the loose gravel, spitting pebbles into the air and clink-clinking against her chrome rims. She came to a choppy stop, parking beside the Mustang. Damn. She didn't need scratches on her pampered beauty. She treasured her Lexus sport coupe, the one thing in life where she'd actually splurged without any regret.
    Cutting the engine, she sucked in a lungful of air. She calmed her savage heartbeat, collected her scattered thoughts. Unlatching the car door, she slipped out into the gorgeous day. The sun shone bright, warm and all encompassing. She forgot about her car and gazed up at the cobalt sky. The sun's rays washed over her face and she smiled. It could only get better from here. She smoothed her hands down her black pencil skirt, and re-tucked her silky blouse.
    Be sincere. Be open. Be really apologetic. Shay went over the plan. She caught a shadow in her peripheral vision and her head automatically turned toward it. Her heart rate spiked. Dylan. Headed her way, he wore a bewildered look on his face, carried a clipboard in one hand.
    “What are you doing here?” he asked genially, yet questioning. He looked her up and down, but mostly up, especially her breasts. His gaze was glued to the tiny wedge between two of her blouse buttons. He seemed very preoccupied with the inadvertent peek-a-boo space.
    “Hey,” she said, smiling sweetly. “Working hard?” His coming outside had caught her off guard. She couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment. So much for an elaborate speech. Oh, well.
    “ They are.” Using his chin, Dylan indicated the large house behind him. “I'm just supervising.”
    “Supervising is good.” She laughed.
    “Did you drive out here to chat about work?”
    “No.” She cleared her throat. “I came to apologize for last night.” There. She'd said it. What a relief.
    “You could've called.” He shook the cellphone in his other hand. “Instead of coming out here and getting all dirty.” His finger smoothed her open collar.
    “I could have. But I wanted to surprise you.”
    “That you did.”
    “Anyway ... I was out of line last night and I'm sorry.”
    His lips peeled into a sexy grin. “All this way to deliver that message in person?” His finger dipped between her buttons. It searched and prodded creamy cleavage. “Must've meant a lot to you.”
    Her eyes dropped to the gravelly ground. Thank you for letting me off so easy. Her hand brushed the front of his dress shirt. “It does.”
    “Maybe later you can show me how much.”
    Nice. They were back on the same page. Shay chewed the inside of her cheek. “That's the other reason I stopped by.”
    His dark brows pulled together. He displayed a mouthful of even white teeth. “Oh?”
    She leaned in close and took a long whiff of woodsy cologne. “Tonight I'm going to give you a slow massage.” She licked his manly throat. Then she laid a mind-shattering kiss on those gorgeous lips.
    Dylan gave it right back. Even with his hands full, he still managed to press her body up against his, raising the heat to a combustible level. Every part of her shuddered. God, she missed making out with him. Their relationship had always been physical—touching, kissing, holding hands. The hunger from their early days had yet to wane.
    Packed with emotion, with breathless moans and whimpers, the kiss went on for days. Shay knew she needed to save some for later. Reluctantly, she broke the spell. Dreamily, she locked her gaze with his. Shay cleared her throat, found her voice. “Then I'm going to give you a slow something else.” She tucked loose hair behind her ear and watched his expression go from high interest to outright lust.
    He took her fingers and kissed her knuckles. “How the hell am I supposed to get through the rest of the