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There are questions a girl should ask before she gets into a car with a stranger; magnetic connection or not. Like, maybe his fucking name! Did I ask him? Nope, sure the fuck didn’t. His warm hand pushed me forward, and as if I were the puppet and he was the master, my feet obeyed. We weaved through the bar and out into the cool spring evening. The street was busy, but I was safe, I told myself as we moved down the sidewalk and walked towards his car.
He didn’t speak, but the scent of his aftershave made my nose arch toward his neck. I was so drawn to him that the warning bells clanging in my brain did nothing to stop me when he pulled open the passenger door, and I slipped inside. He leaned into the car and drew the seat belt between my breasts to strap me in. His playful blue eyes met mine, and he purred, “Safety first.”
Magnetic Connection Part Two
I think I inhaled all the air in the sleek vehicle with him so close. His hand brushed over my thigh as he pulled back, and my body flinched when he shut the door—softly panting as I watched his feline-like gait move around the front of the car. This was dumb, I scolded myself, but then he was in the car beside me, and that sexy hand draped over my left thigh. I didn’t care what happened to me by the end of the night, so long as I got to keep feeling this off-balance, lack of control this magnetic stranger had over me.
I watched his fingers draw lazy patterns on my inner knee as he asked if I’d like to go to his house or mine. The question made me swallow tightly. If I let him take me home, he’d know where I lived and could do all of those things you hear about in the news. However, his house was also dangerous; what if he kept me forever? His lean, knowing fingers trailed higher up my inner thighs as he waited for me to answer, and I decided It wouldn’t be so bad if he kept me forever.
“Yours.” I smiled softly at his profile as he drove. His square jaw and straight nose made him classically handsome, but there was something in his gaze—something playful but dangerous that had me wishing he would keep me forever.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357