Page 93 of Captive of Outlaws

Rob snorts, but nods again. “Sure, I understand. Same reason I like shooting targets.” He squints one eye shut, aims, and pulls an imaginary trigger. “Simple. Straightforward. You hit it or you don’t.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “A car goes or it doesn’t.”

“Zactly. Nice change of pace for those of us with morally...complex day-to-days.” He brushes past me, saunteringover to the Camaro, and skates a gentle fingertip over its sleek surface. “Damn, but it’s a nice car. If I do say so myself.”

“Say it all you want,” I reply. “I’ll never disagree with you.”

“Bought it off a guy in California,” Rob says, studying it thoughtfully. “Glaucoma, had to give up his license.”

The mere mention of a person medically unable to drive makes me sympathize. I feel for this guy, even though I don’t know him from Adam.

“Said he’d always dreamed of having one in high school,” Rob continues, “because these things are such chick magnets. Never could get any of the cheerleaders into the backseat of his Datsun, apparently. He said a man like me should have no problem getting all the mileage I need out of this...if I caught his drift.”

I give a short, barking laugh. Rob swivels around and fixes me in his gaze.

“What?” He smiles. “You don’t think so?”

“No, no,” I say. “Not that. Just...you have a whole mansion.” And a pool, I think, flushing a little at the memory. “A car backseat’s kind of a downgrade, isn’t it?”

Rob’s smile spreads into a slow grin. “Oh, I don’t know aboutthat,pretty lady. There’s a certain charm to the experience, isn’t there?”

I roll my eyes. “I wouldn’t know.”

Rob’s grin vanishes, replaced by a stunned open mouth that he swiftly closes.

“Apologies,” he says, and cocks his head at me. “But you’ve never...gone to the backseat of a guy’s car?”

I flush. “No. Why?” I add, defensive. “Is that some kind of character flaw?”

Rob chuckles. “Not at all. It’s just a shame you’ve never had the pleasure. But, then again...”

He takes a step towards me. Then another. Then another. Then he’s inches away, and his arms pin me in place against the side of the Camaro.

“It’s lucky for me that I could be the first to show you.”

I can feel the warmth of his body above mine, even without touching, smell the woodsy scent of his skin. It’s all I can do to stay cool.

“What about the others?” I ask. “They won’t—”

“Mind?” Rob smirks. “No, I don’t think so. We’re good at sharing around here.”

The words make my throat go dry, make a hungry heat flare in my belly.

But I don’t melt. Not yet.

I want to make you work for it, Rob.

Instead, I just arch an eyebrow. “You think you’re that good?”

He leans into my ear, so close his stubble rasps against my cheek. “I know I am, pretty lady.”

A surge of desire rides through my body. I swallow. “So show me.”

He crushes his mouth to mine, pressing me into the car with the force of his kiss. I gasp, the contrast of the cool metal at the small of my back and the salty heat of his skin like an electric shock to my system. He kisses me deep, firm, and too short, scraping his lips at my neck before pulling away and pushing me to the side.

He tugs at the latch and flings open the door, his eyes hooded.

“Get in,” he commands.

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