Free HandsOn by Jaci Burton Page A
Authors: Jaci Burton
really was and now he knew it.
“Just because you aren’t dating anyone exclusively doesn’t
mean you’re a loser, babe. I’m not involved with anyone, either.”
Which meant he didn’t think what was between the two of them
could be classified as involvement. “I see.” She tried to keep the
disappointment out of her voice, but she could tell from the way he tilted his
head that he read her body language.
“You’re upset.”
“No, I’m not.” I’m a child and I need to grow up. This
isn’t the man of your dreams, Lara, this is a guy you’re fucking and having
some fun with .
“Yeah you are. You’re tense.”
“Long day. I just need to relax a bit.”
“I can help you with that.”
She met his lascivious gaze. Determined to block out her
emotions and enjoy the moments she had with him, she said, “Ah, yes. I’ll just
bet you can.”
“Need a ride home?”
“My house is only a block from here. I walked.” In heels,
too. Never again.
“Come on. I’ll drive you.”
She stuffed her paperwork in her briefcase, pleasantly
surprised when Mark took it from her hands and carried it out to his SUV. She
slid into the leather seat and crossed her legs, tugging the damned short skirt
over her thighs. Nancy and her bright ideas about clothing.
Then again, she had to admit the clothes did something to
her. Tonight she’d actually felt naughty. The silk stockings caressed her legs
and the tops of the hose rubbed against her thighs. All she could think of
during the lecture was Mark, kneeling in front of her, lifting her skirt and
slowly rolling down her stockings.
Not a good mental picture when one had to remain composed in
front of a hundred plus people.
“You look hot, Lara.”
She glanced over at him. His eyes were hooded, half-closed
and it was dark, but the way his gaze moved over her body told her what he was
thinking.
“Thank you.”
When he reached for her leg, resting his palm over her knee,
she fought back a gasp. Arousal moistened her sex, readying her for him. Her
nipples tingled against the barely there bra she’d worn under her silk blouse.
With a death grip on the armrest she watched his fingers
move upward. Slowly, he walked them closer to the hem of her skirt. When he got
there, he used the side of his hand to slide the skirt up.
Her breath hitched, stopping just short of a complete
inhalation. She held it, waiting for his response.
Arching a brow when he reached the tops of her stockings, he
said, “Thigh-highs?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Damn, that’s fucking hot!”
And now she couldn’t breathe at all because he’d moved his
hand further upward, between her legs, teasing at the edge of her panties.
“You’re wet.”
“Yes.”
“You want me?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Now?” He couldn’t be serious. They were in the parking lot
of the Biology Department building. There were…she looked around. No cars or
people in sight.
“Lara?”
When had she been adventurous in her life? When had she
taken naughty little risks like this? When had she been more sexually
stimulated by a man?
Never was the answer to all her questions.
“Push your seat back, Mark.”
Other than their heavy breathing, the whirr of the electric
seat was the only sound. She climbed over the center console and straddled him.
Mark’s eyes widened. Not quite what he had in mind, but this
would certainly do. Lara’s wet panties pressed against his erection as she
situated herself over him.
“God Almighty, Lara!” he hissed when she rocked against him.
She shrugged out of her suit jacket, the buttery-soft silk of her blouse
tickling his cheek. The crisscross cut provided a glimpse of the most
tantalizing bra he’d ever seen. Hardly even a bra, actually. Just a wisp of
see-through material that barely covered her nipples.
He wondered if her panties matched.
Her skirt stretched between her thighs, affording him a
glimpse of decadent panties that, sure as hell, matched the bra.
“Get
“Just because you aren’t dating anyone exclusively doesn’t
mean you’re a loser, babe. I’m not involved with anyone, either.”
Which meant he didn’t think what was between the two of them
could be classified as involvement. “I see.” She tried to keep the
disappointment out of her voice, but she could tell from the way he tilted his
head that he read her body language.
“You’re upset.”
“No, I’m not.” I’m a child and I need to grow up. This
isn’t the man of your dreams, Lara, this is a guy you’re fucking and having
some fun with .
“Yeah you are. You’re tense.”
“Long day. I just need to relax a bit.”
“I can help you with that.”
She met his lascivious gaze. Determined to block out her
emotions and enjoy the moments she had with him, she said, “Ah, yes. I’ll just
bet you can.”
“Need a ride home?”
“My house is only a block from here. I walked.” In heels,
too. Never again.
“Come on. I’ll drive you.”
She stuffed her paperwork in her briefcase, pleasantly
surprised when Mark took it from her hands and carried it out to his SUV. She
slid into the leather seat and crossed her legs, tugging the damned short skirt
over her thighs. Nancy and her bright ideas about clothing.
Then again, she had to admit the clothes did something to
her. Tonight she’d actually felt naughty. The silk stockings caressed her legs
and the tops of the hose rubbed against her thighs. All she could think of
during the lecture was Mark, kneeling in front of her, lifting her skirt and
slowly rolling down her stockings.
Not a good mental picture when one had to remain composed in
front of a hundred plus people.
“You look hot, Lara.”
She glanced over at him. His eyes were hooded, half-closed
and it was dark, but the way his gaze moved over her body told her what he was
thinking.
“Thank you.”
When he reached for her leg, resting his palm over her knee,
she fought back a gasp. Arousal moistened her sex, readying her for him. Her
nipples tingled against the barely there bra she’d worn under her silk blouse.
With a death grip on the armrest she watched his fingers
move upward. Slowly, he walked them closer to the hem of her skirt. When he got
there, he used the side of his hand to slide the skirt up.
Her breath hitched, stopping just short of a complete
inhalation. She held it, waiting for his response.
Arching a brow when he reached the tops of her stockings, he
said, “Thigh-highs?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Damn, that’s fucking hot!”
And now she couldn’t breathe at all because he’d moved his
hand further upward, between her legs, teasing at the edge of her panties.
“You’re wet.”
“Yes.”
“You want me?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Now?” He couldn’t be serious. They were in the parking lot
of the Biology Department building. There were…she looked around. No cars or
people in sight.
“Lara?”
When had she been adventurous in her life? When had she
taken naughty little risks like this? When had she been more sexually
stimulated by a man?
Never was the answer to all her questions.
“Push your seat back, Mark.”
Other than their heavy breathing, the whirr of the electric
seat was the only sound. She climbed over the center console and straddled him.
Mark’s eyes widened. Not quite what he had in mind, but this
would certainly do. Lara’s wet panties pressed against his erection as she
situated herself over him.
“God Almighty, Lara!” he hissed when she rocked against him.
She shrugged out of her suit jacket, the buttery-soft silk of her blouse
tickling his cheek. The crisscross cut provided a glimpse of the most
tantalizing bra he’d ever seen. Hardly even a bra, actually. Just a wisp of
see-through material that barely covered her nipples.
He wondered if her panties matched.
Her skirt stretched between her thighs, affording him a
glimpse of decadent panties that, sure as hell, matched the bra.
“Get