“When you drop me off, why don’t you come on inside with me?” Evan said, his fingers brushing her hair off her cheek in a gesture she found both sexy and tender. “I’d like to try that again on a bed, where I can taste you. All of you.”
“Yes.” Kendall said it without hesitation, then wondered if she was being too easy. If she should make him work a little harder.
Then he shifted her off of his body and she decided she didn’t give a rat’s hooey. It wasn’t like she hadn’t just been easy, and if straight shooting got her some more of that sooner rather than later, she was all for it.
“Mmm,” he said, in a deep, rumbling voice that felt as intimate as his finger stroking inside her had been. “You feel amazing. I hate to let you go.”
Suddenly terrified at the unexpected longing those words had bubbling up inside her, Kendall managed to slide off the car hood and readjust her panties and jeans. Evan was right, her legs were trembling. “All good things must come to an end.”
Evan was still sprawled out on the hood, propped up by his forearms, his pants open and disheveled. He gave her a lazy grin. “Is that so? That seems cynical to me.”
“Says the man who has resigned himself to driving the incontinence car.” She nudged his foot with her boot. “Let’s go. I’m freezing my buns off.”
“We don’t want that.” Evan gave a terrific sigh and peeled himself off the car. “Where are your keys? I’m driving.”
As if. “I don’t think so.”
“I am. And I’m taking your car around this track, just once, for old times’ sake.” He buttoned his pants and came towards her, his hand outreached. “Give me the keys.”
“No. You’re smoking something, Monroe. You are not jacking my car up on this track. And no one drives my car but me.” Not even her father drove her car. That’s why she’d bought him his own. She was territorial about her mirrors and her seat and her engine.
Evan’s hand fell. “Please? Not even today? This could be the beginning of the end of my career, you know.”
Shit. He looked so hangdog. Guilt twisted inside her.
“Alright.” Kendall pulled her keys out and dropped them into his hand. “But don’t take this track too fast, it’s all pitted.”
He grinned at her and kissed her forehead. “Damn, you are such a girl, tomboy or not. No guy would have fallen for that line of bullshit I just handed you.”
She had been had. Outraged, Kendall smacked his arm. “Give me the keys back!”
“Nope.” He dangled them in the air above his head, and way out of her reach. “Unless you want to jump for them.”
“I guess some things don’t change. You’re still a jackass.” But she wasn’t really that annoyed. It was hard to be irritated when her inner thighs were pleasantly humming still and he was grinning all adorable-like.
“You know what else hasn’t changed? It’s still stupid that you and your siblings all have K names and me and my siblings all have E names. In fact, it’s even dumber now that we’re all grown up. What the hell were our parents thinking?”
Kendall laughed. “That it was cute. And you’re still as random as ever.”
“Was that random?” He shrugged. “What isn’t random?”
At the moment, her entire night could be classified that way. She followed his lead and climbed into the car, trying not to panic at being in the passenger seat. It was possible she had some control issues when it came to driving. But hell, driving was her job, of course she liked to be the one behind the wheel.
“You nervous?” he said to tease her. “Don’t be, I have it all under control. Except I can’t find the ignition.”
Terrified, she whipped her head over to see if he was serious. He wasn’t.
“God, you’re gullible.”
She was. Of course he knew where the ignition was. Just because there wasn’t one in a stock car didn’t mean he didn’t drive a regular car. Duh. She was losing it. Gripping the dashboard, she tried to relax as he pulled out. What was the worst thing that could happen?
Evan hit a pothole hard. “Whoops.”
“You did that on purpose.”
“I did not. Visibility is poor here.”
“And you’re full of shit. You drive under the lights going damn near two hundred all the time. You’re not like that guy I dated who didn’t know the clutch from the brake.”
Realizing that it was true, Kendall relaxed and settled back into her seat. Evan had been driving practically since birth. Taking her Vette around an empty track was not going to damage her car in any way.
“Which guy was that? He sounds like a loser.” Evan drawled out the word “loser” with a heavy twang, so it sounded like lose-uh.
“It doesn’t matter.” He wasn’t important. None of the men she had dated had been particularly important. Which at times had scared her. Here she was cruising up to thirty and she hadn’t even come close to falling in love. Not since the teen puppy love she’d felt for this annoying man next to her.
Except he wasn’t particularly annoying to her at the moment.
He was making her smile, with his own quick grin and casual charm.
And he was turning her on, with the way he sat so confidently in the driver’s seat, his hand gripping the gearshift loosely. Those fingers, that had just been inside her, worked to shift gears with fluidity and strength. He had opened the engine up so that her car was eating up track. Evan was owning it without hesitation, taking the first turn smoothly, his eyes facing forward, but his mouth turned up at the corner.
“Not bad,” he told her.
No, it wasn’t bad at all. In fact, she was getting hot in her jeans all over again watching him. He was inherently sexy, powerful, masculine. The hard edge of the second turn threw her towards him and she brushed against his arm. The muscles beneath his shirt were bulging from the position of his arm on the gears.
“I’m going to make your car my bitch,” he told her, shooting a grin her way.
The hell he was. “My car is a guy. And that was totally sexist, by the way.”
“How do you know your car is a guy?”
“Because it’s strong and fast, but it lets me call the shots. This is my ride.”
“That was sexist, too. But so f**king hot I’m willing to overlook it.” Evan turned the wheel and eased up on the gas as he left the track.