In the passenger seat, Danica stretched, murmuring noisily and arching her back and presenting her breasts in the sexiest way. "So where are we going again?"
Matt admired her display but only smirked and flashing his single dimple at her.
"Hmph. I trusted you enough to take time off from work -"
"You hate your job," Matt interjected. He checked his side mirror and changed lanes, drumming the steering wheel absently. They were almost entirely alone on the highway as far as he could see, and had been for the last three hours. It was dusk and the clouds were going through a very impressive transition from a warm red-orange to a more somber blue-purple.
Danica counted fingers off dramatically. "I canceled a doctor's appointment and a dinner date with David and Jill, and I had a yoga class I'm missing, I never miss yoga! I even talked Mrs. Mercer into feeding Meathead while we're gone, and she doesn't even like cats. The least you could do is -"
"Wow, check out that sky!"
She huffed and crossed her bare arms in a mock pout. He slipped a hand across the top of her thigh but she slapped at it angrily until he pulled it back. She was cute as hell when she was mad but she loved surprises almost as much as she loved being teased. Being teased with a surprise? She loved every second of it.
They'd been dating for almost a year and he was nuts about her. He didn't tell her that very often, but he was quiet and soft-spoken by nature, plus he came from a family that didn't communicate about feelings very well. He did, however, frequently send her flowers or other gifts at work, took her out (just about) whenever she wanted, and generally spoiled the hell out of her... especially in bed. Thankfully, blissfully, she didn't just soak up that adoration and leave him out to dry. She gave as good as she got.
He put his hand back on her thigh almost high enough to brush the little white strings of her cutoff jean shorts with the edge of his palm. She pressed down on it with both of hers. Their skin tones were a study in contrasts that didn't bother either of them but often got them stares from strangers. He was half Irish and half German, fair-skinned to the point of burning in just a few minutes of sun. She, on the other hand, was Italian and Colombian with some Greek and Spanish in there somewhere. Her skin was the color of a milky, luscious mocha that was always (magic?) warm to the touch.
He wished he could say he fell in love with her brain first, or her sense of humor or her generosity. But that would be a lie. It had been at a friend's party and she was wearing this hot little yellow number that made him weak at the knees. She had a great body, a dancer's body, but it was just good genetics. Better still, she wasn't vain or narcissistic. She was just... well, cool.
He'd always been a shy, quiet guy, but their chemistry had been immediate and overpowering. She pursued him at first, which worked out very well. She was bold, honest and so very passionate, and didn't play games... at least, not the manipulative kind. That was one of the things he loved the most about her, she was brave enough to just be herself.
"Why do you tease me?"
"Because you deserve it."
She laughed huskily, so very sexy. She lifted his hand up and bit his knuckle.
"Keep that up and I'm going to slow down to fifty for the rest of the trip," Matt warned.
"At least give me one hint? Just a little one? Please?"
"Maybe."
"Yes!"
He waited.
"Well?" She kissed his hand where she'd bitten it. "Please?"
"It's supposed to be a surprise though, and you might guess it. So it's going to cost you."
She checked behind them and ahead of them and there was still no one in sight. She unbuttoned her shorts and wiggled out of them, then tossed them in his lap.
"All right, but that only counts for one medium-sized hint." It took all of his willpower not to look. Was she wearing underwear? What if she wasn't?
"On second thought... I want two." A moment later her bra landed on top of her shorts. Now he had to look. She was wearing panties, red cotton ones, and she'd unbuttoned her shirt to take off her bra. He counted three buttons open and her breasts were begging for her to make it four. They made a smooth, sloping arc and were heavy beneath the nipples, which were large, perfectly round and tasted better than any chocolate.
"Eyes on the road," she said sharply.
Reluctantly, he turned his attention back to the deserted highway. Two can play this game, he thought. He dropped her discarded clothes behind his knees. No matter what, he wasn't going to tell her where they were actually going. But he wouldn't lie, either.
"Come on, you promised. If I have to follow the rules, so do you."
He grumbled. "First, we have two hours and a half hours of driving left."
"Sucky hint. Okay, the other one?"
"I asked Jill where you've always wanted to go," he said reluctantly.
"Did you really?"
He nodded but didn't add that he hadn't taken Jill's advice, but had instead come up with a better idea.
She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned across to kiss his cheek. "So thoughtful. Thank you babe." She kissed across to his ear and down his neck, thankfully stopping at his collarbone. His basketball shorts were getting very tight indeed.
She took his hand back and played with his fingers. "Babe?" She said, in that voice.
"No."
"But babe," she purred, guiding his hand down between her thighs.
"No."
She pulled his hand all the way in, grunting in that naughty bedroom voice that usually dragged him into caveman territory.
"Fine, ONE more hint." She wasn't wet enough for her panties to be soaked through, but he knew her well enough that it wouldn't be long if she kept playing with herself with his (much larger) finger. "But you have to ask me a question. I'm not offering anything else up to spoil your surprise. If you do guess it, you're be in big trouble."
She murmured happily, circling her clit with his fingertip. "What if I want to be in trouble."
"Keep this up and you will be."
"Promise?" She pushed his finger all the way down and immediately back up to continue circling her clit. Now she was definitely wet, and along with the hardness of her nipple against the underside of his elbeow, he knew she really was horny. Tease, oh yes. Bitch, never.
