“Because you were in a bad headspace, and I’m not a piece of shit.” I open the passenger side of my truck, helping her in. Shutting the door behind her, I get into my own seat and buckle up.

“All right then. Fine. And you slept on the floor because you kick in your sleep?”

She obviously doesn’t buy my excuse, but I’m not about to tell her the truth.

“Right again.”

The car is dark, but I can see her beautiful profile, down to the shape of her heavy, round breasts. I can’t stop my eyes, taking glances at Lauren every other second. Everything about this woman just does it for me.

“You cold?” I turn on the truck’s heater, making sure the temperature inside is warm enough. Evenings here can get pretty chilly.

“Thanks.”

My eyes continue to flit between Lauren and the road.

“You’re staring at me, Slade.” She giggles, her voice half-tipsy from the beer.

“No, I’m not,” I reply too fast.

“By all means, look all you want.” She sits up taller, smiling and sighing, showing her body off for me.

“Is that what you want? For me to look at you?” My eyes stay on her for a moment longer. Even though it’s dark, I can imagine her flush.

“Maybe.” Her voice is whisper soft. Nervous even.

All thoughts of why this is a terrible idea flee from my brain as all the blood in my body moves south.

“I’ll look. I’d like it more if you touched yourself though. Would you do that for me?” I lick my lips like a wolf.

We’ve already hooked up once, and I know she likes the way I take charge.

Her eyes shoot open in surprise at my request. “W-what do you want me to do?” Her voice trembles, but she’ll do what I ask.

I know I’m not the kind of man Lauren is used to, but she likes that about me. A lot.

“Spread your legs for me. Just sink into the seat and get comfortable.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Good. Don’t want to think about you ever doing this with anyone but me. All you have to do is listen and do as I say.” My voice is her command.

“Mmhmm. I can do that.”

“I want a visual of what you’ve got on underneath your clothes. Tell me.”

“My bra and p-panties are matching. Just simple nude lacy thong and push-up bra.”

“Lift your shirt for me. Let me take a look.”

As she gingerly raises the soft cotton top, I harden, seeing all that girlie cream lace from my side-eye. She winces, and I pause.

“Your arm still hurting?”

“It’s bruised, but I’m okay.”

“Take it off.”

“My bra or the shirt?”

“First, the bra. Then, the shirt. And do it slow.”

I tap on the brakes to slow the car down as she opens the clasp. I’m not typically a man who appreciates a slow reveal. Something about Lauren makes me want to drag everything out. Savor it. I’m a lot of things, but dumb isn’t one of them. A woman like Lauren offering herself to me in this way? It’s once in a lifetime.