Chapter 1: The Heat of the Ride
Hanna couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. The way Jace’s jaw clenched as he focused on the road, the intensity in his dark eyes—it was doing things to her she couldn’t quite name. His long, nimble fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, and each subtle flex of his forearm sent a jolt straight through her core. She shifted in the passenger seat, pressing her thighs together, trying to ignore the heat pooling between them. Damn, when was the last time she’d felt this kind of raw, unexplainable pull? His sexual energy was a palpable force, wrapping around her like a velvet glove. She was getting wet—oh, hell, she was dripping—and there was no hiding it from herself.
“Ummm,” she hummed, the sound slipping out before she could stop it.
Jace’s gaze flicked to her, one eyebrow arching with a smirk that could melt steel. “What was that ‘umm’? You plotting something over there, Hanna, or just enjoying the view?”
Her heart skipped a beat. Don’t let me get caught, damn it! She forced a casual smile, hoping to God he couldn’t read the filthy thoughts racing through her mind. “I was just thinking… uh, umm, you said your day started badly,” she managed, her voice steadier than she felt. “What happened?”
He chuckled, low and rough, the sound vibrating through the car. “Oh, darlin’, you don’t wanna hear about my mundane bullshit. Let’s just say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed—alone, unfortunately.” His eyes glinted with mischief as he shot her a sidelong glance. “But I’m feeling a hell of a lot better now. You’ve got a way of turning a man’s day around, you know that?”
Hanna rolled her eyes, but the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her. “Flattery won’t get you everywhere, Jace. I’m not some damsel swooning over pretty words.”
“Pretty words?” He grinned, his voice dropping an octave. “Baby, I don’t do pretty. I do real. And right now, I’m real curious about what’s got you squirming in that seat. Care to share?”
Her breath hitched. The bastard was too perceptive for his own good. “I’m not squirming,” she shot back, crossing her arms defiantly. “Maybe I’m just bored. Ever think of that?”
“Bored?” Jace laughed, his fingers tightening on the wheel. “Sweetheart, if you’re bored, I’ve got a few ideas to fix that. But you’ve gotta be honest with me first. What’s really on your mind?”
Hanna bit her lip, her resolve wavering. The tension in the car was thick, electric, and she could feel her body betraying her with every passing second. Her pussy throbbed with a need she hadn’t felt in ages, and the thought of those hands on her, of him hard and pressing against her, was driving her to the edge. She turned to him, her voice low and challenging. “Maybe I’m wondering if you’re all talk, Jace. Or if you’ve got something worth my time.”
His smirk vanished, replaced by a hungry look that made her pulse race. He pulled the car over to the shoulder of the deserted road, the engine idling as he turned to face her fully. “Oh, Hanna, you’ve just thrown down a gauntlet I can’t ignore. You want to test me? Let’s see how long you can keep up that tough-girl act when I’ve got you panting and sweating under me.”
Her eyes narrowed, but the heat in her core flared hotter. “Big words. You’d better hope you can back them up, because I don’t play nice.”
Jace leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Good. I like it rough. Now, get over here and show me just how horny you are, because I’m already hard as hell thinking about that tight little ass of yours.”
Hanna’s breath came faster, her body screaming for release as she unbuckled her seatbelt with a defiant click. She wasn’t about to let him have the upper hand—not yet. But as she straddled him in the driver’s seat, feeling the heat of his cock through his jeans, she knew this ride was about to get explosive.
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