Page 33 of Take the Bait

“Stranger things have happened than a person getting hit by lightning in this town.”

He had a point. And she didn’t have a coat to ward off even a little of the deluge coming down.

“Fine. If you’re sure you don’t mind driving me home?—”

“I don’t mind at all. It’ll be my pleasure,” he replied quickly.

Reluctantly, she followed him into the parking garage. She should have expected the sleek, low-slung sports car. She thought the hood marking was German, but she knew almost nothing about sports cars.

She did know it looked expensive, though. Which did beg the question of how a young assistant district attorney on a fixed salary could afford a car like this. Most of the lawyers she knew drove used cars and ate ramen for the first several years out of law school while they paid of their law school debts.

“How long have you been out of law school?” she asked as he unlocked the passenger door and opened it for her.

“Five years. You?”

“Less than one.”

He grinned as he slid into the driver’s seat beside her. “I was right, wasn’t I? This is your first case, isn’t it?”

“I’ve worked on plenty of cases as co-counsel,” she replied defensively. If three was plenty.

He just grinned and started the engine. The car was quiet but purred like a tiger beneath her rear end. Cripes. This was like sitting inside a very expensive, very sexy vibrator.

Cam’s shoulder was only a few inches from hers in the car’s tight confines, and every time he shifted gears, his knuckles rubbed lightly against the side of her knee. Of course, it was a manual transmission. Not to mention the streets of New York required constant starting and stopping, which translated to constant upshifts and downshifts.

The little voice in her head that usually constituted her conscience and better judgment whispered, You could move your legs and plaster them against the door.

She scowled at the voice. Hush up. The car’s as sexy as the man, and it’s not like I’m ever going to get another ride in a car like this.

She’d never thought of cars as fun, but this one was exhilarating. It didn’t hurt that Cam drove smoothly and confidently, his big hands moving over the car’s controls as if he was making love to the car. With the leather seat vibrating against her nether regions enough to make her half-orgasmic, watching him drive made her think vividly about what sex with him would be like. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine his hands caressing her skin or handling her body with that same confidence.

Her breath came shorter and shorter as the fantasy spun out in her head.

They stopped at a red light, and the rain came down so hard she could barely see out the front windshield.

He glanced over at her as if he knew exactly what his car was doing to her. “Glad you let me drive?”

He had no idea how glad. “Umm, yes,” she managed to say without sounding totally breathless and turned on. “The rain’s really coming down hard out there.”

His mouth twitched with humor but thankfully he didn’t say anything. She could definitely feel a flush of sexual pleasure heating her face. She prayed he couldn’t see it in the dim light of the dashboard, or if he did see it, he just thought the red glow of the car’s instrument panel was turning her cheeks that pink color.

He glanced down at the shopping bag resting on the floor between her feet. “What’s in the bag?”

She was so discombobulated that the truth just popped out before she could stop it. “Sexy lingerie.”

The car’s engine raced as his foot spasmed on the gas pedal. “Do tell,” he choked out.

Abruptly, a full-blown blush blossomed on her face setting her skin burning. The bane of being a porcelain-skinned redhead was how bright red she blushed. She could feel that she was lit up like fire engine now.

“Forget I mentioned it,” she mumbled.

“Not bloody likely,” he muttered.

The light turned green and his car leaped forward. After a few blocks, he took his foot off the gas and settled down to a more sedate pace.

She exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. For a minute there, she’d been worried she was going to have an orgasm, given the way the engine’s powerful vibrations had roared through the car’s chassis, up into her seat, and through her body.

Desperate to distract herself from having sex with his car, she asked, “How does an assistant district attorney pay for a hot ride like this?”

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