“Tomas was out of the car and held the passenger door for me when I turned back. I shook my head and carefully got in, taking the seatbelt buckle from him before he could act.
With a testosterone-charged controlled roar, the sports car pulled away from the curb. “I was surprised to see you.” He glanced over at me. I studied his large, beautiful hands on the steering wheel. The vibration of the car and his smoking regard of me was having a euphoric effect on me. My body felt already pierced by him, inflamed from my nipples down the juncture of my thighs. I’d never actually considered sports cars sexual until that moment. No wonder men love them.
He gave me a sexy, knowing smile, then shifted gears as the light ahead turned red.
“I’ve looked for you every weekend, hoping you’d come back.” He slipped on a pair of sunglasses and glanced over at me.”