Free Terms of Desire: Tempt Me Twice, Part One by Lauren Hawkeye Page A

edge knifed its way through the husky tenor of his voice, chastising me, and so I did as I was told. Keeping one hand on the wheel, Austin clamped my wrist tightly in a ring made by his forefinger and thumb and brought it up to his lips, where he brushed a series of light kisses over the transparent skin.
    Ooh. That got my attention. I turned in my seat, the belt digging into the sides of my breasts, to cast my whiskey shaded gaze over him. A shiver trickled down my spine as I watched the stiff bristles of his goatee rub over my skin, painting it pink.
    Eagerly I reached over with my other hand, placed my palm flat on the hardness of his thigh. He hitched in a breath, looked at me narrowly as he replaced the lips that were dancing over my skin with the moist warmth of his tongue.
    “Not while I’m driving, Callie. It’s not safe.” I hesitated, weighing consequences. Austin truly didn’t like it when I didn’t listen to him, but here he was, showing more interest in me than he had in a long time.
    “Austin…”  My voice trailed out on a whisper as my entire body responded to his seemingly innocent caress. I could feel my nipples tighten, little tingles of nerves jolting through their pale pink curves. The tingles buzzed low in my belly, too, slipping stealthily from my abdomen to my pussy, trailing wetness along with them, wetness and warmth.
    I breathed deeply, savoring the sensation, and allowed my fingers to stroke up the quivering flesh of Austin’s leg. His muscles jerked beneath my fingers, and through half slit lids I watched as the outline of his cock appeared, lengthening and thickening right before my eyes. I studied the bulge, its length and girth clearly evident through the thin cloth of his khaki shorts. I licked my lips and wondered what he would do if I released his zip, released it so that the wetness of my mouth could close over the head that I knew would be slick and hot.
    I liked the idea. Moving my hand to his waist, I popped the button at the top of his shorts, bega n to ease down the metal rasp. Even as h e shook his head sharply, h e groaned, a sexy little noise that came from deep in his throat, and a flush of triumph began to spread over me, starting at my toes.
    This was more sexual activity than we had had in months.
    Grinning, I caught my tongue between my teeth and slipped my hand into the slit of his well-worn cotton boxers. My knuckles grazed the base of his shaft, combed the springy hair that cushioned it, and another noise issued from him, one that sounded like it was emanating from his very soul.
    Gritting his teeth, whether in pleasure or exasperation I wasn’t sure, he closed his eyes, just for a second. But in that second the car began to drift over the yellow dotted line that divided the highway, taking us straight into the path of oncoming traffic.
    My alarmed shriek sounded at the same time as the nasal horn of the oncoming semi- truck. Austin cursed loudly, flinging my arm away from him and wrenching the steering wheel to the right, hard.
    We squealed to a stop on the dusty gravel shoulder, each of us breathing hard. Bending forward to twine his fingers tightly into the length of my ponytail, he tugged my head close to his own.
    My skin thrilled to his touch, even as my heart sank at his words.
    “Callie, you could have killed us both with that idiot move.” His breath misted damply over my cheek, and I closed my eyes. “When I told you no, it wasn’t to be mean. It’s for the safety of us both—you included.”
    It seemed like Austin was always saying no. Even though his words made complete sense to me, rejection singed my skin.
    “I’m sorry.” My voice was small, and as I spoke I realized that it was the third time that I had apologized in the past ten minutes. Part of me, the stubborn, argumentative part, sat on my shoulder sassily and informed me that there was no need for me to apologize for wanting to a) fuck the husband that I’d barely touched in months,