Page 35 of Passionate Defense

He didn’t seem to care as he drove inside her. She didn’t take notice of the six stripes of fire on her ass as she eagerly received him, her heels on his ass, telling him wordlessly to go deeper and harder. Soon they came together, their shouts of mutual satisfaction echoing throughout the garage as they both found their joy transforming near tragedy into a beautiful, sensual moment.

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THE BLARE OF A HORNsnapped her out of the past and back onto the turnpike—her nemesis. Traffic was moving, the vehicle ahead of her already several car lengths ahead. A half mile ahead, she saw an abandoned car on the median, but nothing else.

“Seriously?” she bit out, expecting a multi-car crash for the lengthy delay. “Damn rubberneckers.”

By the time she pulled into the garage beside Ethan’s BMW, it was almost seven o’clock. She shifted into park and turned off the engine. Leaning back, she took a deep breath and a moment to collect herself.

Daydreaming about sex with her gorgeous husband had her hot and tingly all over, but the memories of his dominance, and the lines of fire he’d laid down on her careless behind had her squirming in her seat. The leather and suede, 8-way adjustable, bucket seat of her new cloudburst gray Lexus NX 350 sport to be specific. Lanie smiled as she glanced around the sleek interior. Orgasms and ouches hadn’t been the only thing to come out of the incident. If an SUV could be sexy, her Lexus had it going on.

Without Ethan suggesting it, she thought it wise to upgrade to something safer and more practical for Boston winters when they totaled her Z. With her car still in idle, she listened to it purr a moment before shutting off the engine with the push of a button. Although she missed her midnight-blue baby, the first car she’d ever bought on her own, she was happy with her big sexy sporty SUV, so things had actually turned out okay.

She’d already been through her first oil change. True to his word, Ethan had taken charge of the process. Ethan had advised her of her appointment, reminded her several times, and called her fifteen minutes ahead to make sure she was available for the attendant. Taking no chances, he’d arranged for the dealership’s white glove service. They picked up her car, left a loaner, and returned it fully washed and detailed when completed. It cost a little more, but it was that crucial to him and gave him peace of mind, so she accepted it. Not to mention, all Lanie had to do was be there to hand over her key fob—as simple as that. Once again, her take-charge husband had solved a problem, and they’d moved on.

The interior garage door opened, and Ethan strode out. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. In this case, it was a wickedly handsome devil.

He came directly to her, opened the door, and reached in to assist her out. His arms came around her next and he planted a passionate kiss on her lips as if he hadn’t seen her in weeks instead of hours. It was hot, thorough, with lots of tongue and went on for some time. She was weak and flustered and ready for him to take her on the hood again, when he murmured, “I’m glad you’re home. I worry, ever since...”

“I know, Ethan. I was thinking about that, too.”

When his lips met hers again, it was with the utmost gentleness. “We’re way behind schedule. Do you need to change, or can you go as you are?”

“If I say as I am, will you tell me where we’re going?”

He grinned. “Let’s just say it involves sand, an ocean breeze, and a view of the water from our bed, so we never have to leave it if we don’t want to.”

Lanie would have majored in professional beach bum in college, but she heard the pay wasn’t good. She didn’t have to think before she threw her arms around his neck and blurted out, “Thank you, Ethan. I can’t wait to get there. If you don’t mind going with a wrinkled wife in a boring business suit, let’s go now.”

“You’re beautiful, baby, and safe in my arms. That’s all I care about.”

She melted against him, more in love with him now than on their wedding day, which back then, she would have said was impossible. Then she pulled away and dashed toward the door.

“Where are you going? I’ve got your bags already packed.”

“One minute for a pit stop,” she called without turning or stopping. “I was stuck on the Pike for an hour.”

His laughter followed her inside.

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