Free Enchant the Dawn by Elaine Lowe

attachment to the man. She closed her eyes and then it became even more clear, as the living tendrils of desire snaked out from the blazing life force of the man she craved, stroking against her own energies, making her nipples harden and her breath quicken with the bright flare of want.
     
    Her eyes snapped open and she shook herself, ignoring the knowing smile tugging at his full lips. She pulled June through to the back room, refusing to see if Daron chose to follow. Mr. Lowbridge raised a bushy eyebrow at the parade through his sanctuary and put down his newspaper, heaving himself out of his chair in order to see to any customers out front. Sophia bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders at him but he just waved her on. “Go, go. If a kid’s sick a kid’s sick. I’ll manage somehow. But I reserve the right make you listen to the Yankees cream the Indians on the radio this summer, you hear!”
     
    “Yes sir!” she laughed but felt a pang in her gut. She was pretty sure that she wouldn’t be at Lowbridge’s come summertime. She wasn’t sure where she’d be.
     
    * * * * *
     
     
    This was pos-i-lute-ly insane. And incredibly arousing. Alan and June were cozying up in the cab of the Packard and here she was holding on for dear life as Alan swerved through the madness that was morning traffic on Park Avenue. But she wasn’t jammed into the rumble seat—no, she was perched on Daron West’s lap as he jammed his long legs in that little seat. Alan couldn’t have found a nice six-seater touring model Packard to lovingly recondition—oh no! He had to juice up and spit polish his green and mahogany 1916 Roadster. Ol’ Nellie was his pride and joy, a sweet little car meant for two. Not four. The rumble seat was just wide enough for Daron to sit with a bit of room but nowhere near big enough for both of them. June had insisted Daron had to come along and not walk or take the subway. Alan’s face had fallen with that announcement and so for Alan’s sake Sophia had done the stupidly noble thing and insisted June be up front. The boy needed to understand that June and Daron were not an item. Hell, Sophia herself needed to understand that.
     
    Not that Alan would have a whole lot of luck talking up a lady with a sick child at home but it was better than nothing. When she offered to sit in the back, Alan had raised one slightly shaggy eyebrow at her, looked hard at Daron and then he’d given her a saucy wink.
     
    She knew why Alan had been so tickled about the seating arrangements. Daron had his arm tightly around her waist and she could feel his breath hot on her neck, his erection pressing into her derrière with every bump in the road. Her long skirt whipped about in the wind and she gripped onto it with one hand as the other wrapped around his broad shoulders. Really, it was almost like she was in some cheap novel, riding sidesaddle like some hoity-toity lady fair. It would have been much safer and more satisfying, to simply straddle the man and throw her arms around his neck. Then she could have ground her pelvis against his and gotten some relief from the unrelenting pressure of her need.
     
    The sounds of the street, the raucous horns, the noisy streetcars, the shouting of newsboys and the whirring of the engine on Ol’ Nellie faded into nothing as she listened to the rough sound of their mingled breathing. Every bump, every swerve seemed timed to throw her against him so she could feel every rigid of muscle in his chest and imagine those hard thighs she kept slipping across inside sliding between her own.
     
    “I’m sorry.”
     
    She blinked, sure for a moment she had imagined those words. She turned her head, diving again into those green eyes to try to ascertain if she’d heard him right.
     
    He looked serious and just as incredibly tense as she was. “I would have come earlier but somebody had to watch Hester and Tommy ended up getting piss drunk in a bar in Hell’s Kitchen and I had to go bail