Miranda straightened her dress, checking her hair and makeup in the mirror. Her face was still flushed, but she didn't expect that to change. Hot sex did that to a girl, she thought, shaking her head. She still couldn't believe...
The bathroom door opened and she jumped. Jake's head peeked in. "Waiting in the hall by myself, sweetheart," he teased, "Are you ready yet?" His cocky grin had her smiling. He held out a hand and she took it. His grin widened. "Beautiful as ever," he said.
"You're full of..." Her voice trailed off as the couple at the first table by the hallway snickered. Jake's hand went to the small of her back as he guided her through the tables towards the door. She trembled, realizing that these people knew...
"Envious," he murmured, walking a little closer behind her, "All of them are just jealous." He nodded to a group as they passed, his hand warm and possessive. Miranda's smile grew. She saw the eyes looking her over and he was right. Those that knew were envious. She heard Jake's chuckle as the swing came back into her hips. "Easy, baby," he growled teasingly, "I don't want competition tonight."
Miranda laughed, turning suddenly and catching his face in her hands. She gave him a quick kiss before tugging him towards the door. Her apartment seemed too far away. Jake's sudden jerk on her arm made her gasp, then his mouth was on hers and she melted against him. She was unaware of the hoots and cheers as his mouth claimed her in a hot kiss. When he eased back, his eyes, dark and hot, met hers. "Let's get you home," he murmured.
His arm was warm against her back as he escorted her out of the bar. She shivered a little in the cool evening air and turned towards the parking lot. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she said, "I'm parked just over here..."
As then rounded the corner of the building, Jake stopped suddenly. "Tell me that ain't it," he laughed, pointing at an ancient Volvo. The thing was dented in several places and an unfortunate shade of dirty white.
Miranda sighed. "It works...sort of." She searched in her handbag for her keys.
"They need to pay grad students more," he commented, running his hand idly over the hood, "Makes us undergrads not want to go to grad school."
Miranda's answer never left her lips as she watched him circle the car, watched his hands slide over the dented metal. His body made her mouth water, the loose gait emphasizing his lean build, his comfort with his surroundings. She remembered how easily he'd held her as he'd thrust...Her legs felt weak as her core quivered. He leaned back against the car and just looked at her. "You okay?" he asked, concerned.
She realized she was staring...but what she'd been seeing wasn't Jake, it was the possibilities for the rest of the evening. "You do know how to drive, right?" She was surprised how breathy her voice sounded.
Jake cocked his head with a smirk. "You want me to drive this thing?"
Miranda jingled the keys in her hands. "Think of it as a steed," she suggested.
"To carry the princess home?" his smirk became a grin, "Are you looking for a knight in shining armor? Or do I get to be the dastardly villain?" " Now there was an interesting fantasy. He wondered if she had any corsets...or if he could bind her hands and have complete control.
Miranda laughed. "Oh, my lord, please rescue me," she murmured, stepping closer, "You will be suitably rewarded..."
Jake held out his hand and she dropped the keys onto his palm. "I expect to be amply rewarded," he growled, his free hand snaking around her back and pulling her close. She pressed against him, rocking her hips against his, feeling him harden against her belly.
"All night, my lord," she purred, leaning in to brush her lips over his.
Jake's fingers closed around the key ring. "Get in the car, wench," he ordered, his voice husky and rough, "Or I'll take my reward here." He loosened his arm to let her step back.
