“It’s raining. The roads are slick.”

“You think I can’t handle a little slick blacktop at a puny hundred miles an hour?” Ty shifted gears hard and opened the car up a little as they turned out of Tamara and Elec’s suburban neighborhood onto the rural route heading south.

“The real question is how you’ll handle my hands around your neck throttling you if you don’t listen to me.”

He laughed so hard at her unexpected words he started coughing. Swallowing hard, he said, “Them’s fighting words, Emma Jean.”

Damn, it was a refreshing change to have a woman tell him exactly what she thought. Nikki had been a pouter, not a protester, which was annoying. Pouting from a woman made him feel irritated and guilty. Imogen’s firm no-nonsense approach amused him and had him obeying. He eased up on the gas pedal.

“Thank you,” she said in acknowledgment of his decreased speed.

“You’re welcome. But for the record, you’re too small to throttle me with any success.”

“Do you want to test the theory?” she asked, pushing her glasses up on her nose.

“No, ma’am.” He shot her a look. “I can think of a lot better things you could be doing to me with those hands.”

“Part of me assumes that what you are saying is so obviously sexually charged, you don’t actually mean anything specific. It was just meant to be a sort of verbal foreplay. So I shouldn’t bother to ask the inevitable ‘like what?’ question. But the other part of me wants to know if there is actually something you would like me to do to you in bed. You know, if you have a particular fantasy or position that you’ve been contemplating.”

Ty almost groaned. He did shift in his seat to try for a more comfortable angle since his jeans were suddenly cutting into him from the erection that had sprung up at her words. There was something so unbelievably hot about Imogen’s bold curiosity. She didn’t say anything to be coy, but to satisfy her own curiosity and to make sure that she was in full awareness of all the facts.

He’d never tried the academic approach to sex before and it was doing a number on him.

There hadn’t been any particular action he’d been thinking of when he’d spoken. He had just wanted to keep her aroused and focused on sex until he could get her back to his condo. But now that she had asked, he had a whole slideshow of positions clicking through his head. He didn’t think he could pick just one.

“Let me think about it and I’ll let you know.”

“Okay.” She bit her lip. “But just so you know in advance, I’m not having anal sex with you.”

Ty almost drove off the road. He could not believe she had just said that. Trying desperately not to laugh, he nodded carefully. “Okay. I’ll make note of that. Though that ruins all my plans for the night. Guess I’ll have to reorganize and come up with a new strategy.”