What kind of ass**les did she go out with? “You must pick some real losers if they bail as soon as they find out you have a kid.”
Her lips curled. “You haven’t met Nathan. He’s ... challenging.”
Mick laughed. “He’s a boy. And a teenager. We’re all challenging at that age. I was.”
She studied him. “I can only imagine.”
“I need to keep you away from my mother. She has stories about me and my brother that will send you running away screaming. We kept her busy when we were kids.”
There was a look on her face that Mick didn’t understand. Kind of a sadness that didn’t make sense when he mentioned his mother and his brother. “Hey, we were good kids. Honest.”
“I’m sure you were. Anyway, thank you for dinner. I really need to get home.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She plastered on a smile, but there was no light in her eyes. “I had a great time tonight, but I have some paperwork to do.”
He knew an end around when he saw one. Mick signaled for the waiter. “Put it on my account, Tim.”
The waiter nodded, and Mick led Tara outside, but not to her car, to his instead.
“Where are we going?”
“For a ride. I’ll bring you back to your car. I’d like to spend a little more time with you.”
He opened the door on the passenger side and held her hand while she climbed in, admiring the way she hiked up her skirt to climb in. She turned to him. “Somehow you struck me as a sports car kind of guy, not an SUV.”
“I’m too big for sports cars, and the SUV has enough room for all my gear.”
He went around and got in, started the car up, and drove away from the restaurant, taking a drive up into the hills. Typical for summer, the fog had rolled in, so there wasn’t going to be much to see while they drove. He let her settle and drove to the top of one of his favorite hills, where it was clear and on top of the fog.
“It’s like a sea of white,” Tara said as he put the car in park. The lights from his car cast out over the fog.
“It’s better in the daytime when the fog first starts rolling in. But I still like it up here. It’s quiet. Good place for thinking and for being alone.”
“And for parking?” She slanted him a quizzical look.
“Well, we are parked, but I didn’t bring you up here for that.”
She unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face him. “I kind of like the idea.”
“Of what? Making out in my car?”
“We could start with that, and see where it goes.”
“I think you’re using sex to avoid having an honest conversation.”
She paused. “Isn’t that a woman’s line?”
They looked at each other, and both of them laughed. Tara kicked her heels off and crawled over the console. Mick had to admit he liked watching her maneuver in that tight skirt as she straddled him. He pushed the button and slid the seat back as far as it would go, giving her room. She settled over his lap and laid her hands on his chest. “So we’re having a role reversal. Does this mean I get to seduce you?”
He’d lost all train of thought since all the blood in his head had rushed to his dick. “Honey, you’re sitting on my cock. I’m pretty sure you can do whatever you want with me.”
She smoothed her palms over his chest, then leaned back, letting her hands travel down his stomach toward where his brains currently resided. His dick twitched, and he rocked upward against her. “Do you really want to do it here?”
She lifted a half-lidded gaze to his. “I really want to do it here. Oh. Provided you have protection. I didn’t even think about that. I mean, I usually don’t run around having sex in cars.”
He opened the center console and pulled out a condom.
She grinned. “Ever prepared, aren’t you?”
“I try to be.”
She took the condom from his hand and laid it down, then leaned over him and pressed her lips to his. Any conversation he’d wanted to have with her drifted away with the first taste of her mouth. He caught the scent of wine on her lips, but it was her flavor he was mainly interested in. More intoxicating than any alcohol, she drifted into his senses until he was lost. He dove his hand under her blouse so he could feel her skin.
She moaned against his lips when his hands moved up her back and found her bra. With practiced skill he undid the clasp, then traveled around to the front to slide his hand under the cup, finding her nipple.
Her br**sts were small, but her ni**les were sensitive, and he could tell she liked when he touched them, because her breath caught when he slid the pad of his thumb over one. The swell of her nipple against his thumb made his c**k jerk against his zipper.
Tara drew back, her eyes already gone in that sexy way that seemed to turn them to amber glass.
She leaned back and shrugged out of her jacket, then began to unbutton her blouse. Silk seemed to fit her. She was classy, from the long column of her throat to the way her hair curled at the nape of her neck. She’d worn her hair up again, and he liked taking it down, pulling the clip out, and shaking the curls with his hand, transforming her from buttoned-up businesswoman to sex goddess before his eyes.
Her blouse unbuttoned, her bra opened, and he pulled it over her br**sts.
“This is the way I like you,” he said, reaching for her br**sts, sliding his fingers over her ni**les. “All out of sorts. Your ni**les hard, you rocking your pu**y against my dick.”
She reached for her skirt and hiked it up over her thighs, revealing sexy pink panties that matched the satin bra. She let her hand drift down and palmed his cock. “This is the way I like you,” she said, her voice dark and breathless. “Hard and ready for me.”
She reached for his zipper and tugged it down, freeing his cock. They maneuvered so he could pull his slacks down over his hips. Tara grabbed the condom, taking a few seconds to stroke him, sliding her thumb over the crest, capturing the fluid that spilled there and licking her fingers after.
“Christ. You’re going to make me come before I get inside you if you keep teasing me.”
“Then let’s not tease anymore, because I need you to f**k me.”
She tore open the condom package and fit it over his shaft, then pulled her panties aside and straddled him. He watched his c**k disappear inside her, holding her hips as she settled on him.