Page 112 of No Fear
He chuckled near her ear and then nipped her with his teeth, “Move that cute little ass faster then.”
He released her with a smack on her ass and she giggled as she hurriedly stowed her apron and grabbed her coat. She shrugged into it and then let him take her hand. He kissed her again, a little bit longer than he had in the front room, and then he groaned and dragged her towards the door. Skylar laughed at them, as she always did, but simply waved goodbye as they flew out the door.
Remy’s Challenger was waiting at the curb, already running, which she was immensely grateful for. He was so thoughtful. The weather had turned from chilly to outright cold recently and Remy always started the car and turned the heater on before he picked her up from work. She slid into the passenger seat and smiled when he got in on his side and pointed the vents at her.
“I love you.”
He grinned, flashing dimples, “Love you too.”
“I missed you today too, you know.” She settled into her seat, turning to face him as he got them on the road.
“Did you?”
“Uh huh.”
“I love it when you tell me stuff like that.” He smiled and slid his hand from the shifter over to her thigh to squeeze her leg.
“I know.”
He slid his hand back to the shifter, “Tell me something else.”
“Like what?”
“Like… what’re you wearing under that pretty little dress you’ve got on today?”
She felt the blush color her cheeks and heat her up. Her first instinct was still to pull at the dress she was wearing, to attempt to cover herself up more. But that wasn’t what Remy wanted and it wasn’t what she wanted either.
She’d worn the dress that Billie gave her despite how short it was because she’d been able to wear tights with it. She never would have worn it otherwise. It barely grazed the bottom of her ass but with the colorful tights and boots, it looked cute instead of sexy.
To everyone but Remy apparently.
“Why don’t you find out?” She teased.
Remy groaned and chuckled, “I intend to.”
“When we get home?”
“Uh huh.” He licked his lips and shot her a glance out of the corner of his eye, “Take the tights off.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. Don’t play coy. Take the tights off, Rachel. I want to touch you and I don’t want anything in the way.”
She shifted in her seat as heat flooded her core, “Now?”
“Now.”
Instead of arguing, she slipped off the booties she’d been wearing. Remy shot her a look as she shrugged out of her coat and tossed it in the backseat. He grinned and she bit her lip as she wiggled, her hands going up beneath the skirt of her dress. She tugged the tights down little by little until her skin was bare and then she tossed them in the backseat too.
“Damn.” Remy groaned, shifting in his seat, and that feeling of power filled her veins like it always did when he reacted to her. “I love it when you follow orders.”
She did this to him. Made him needy. Made him hard. Made him desperate for her. And she did it just by breathing, by being herself, by not hiding who she was or what she wanted.
She slid her hand across the gearshift and over his lap, making his hips buck as she found him hard and straining in the confines of his jeans. He hissed out a breath and his eyes started to close. He caught himself and forced them back open, cursing aloud but never once removing his hands from the wheel or telling her to stop.
“Remy…”
“God, yes, baby…” He groaned when she squeezed him.
