Hunter felt his rock-hard erection straining against the fly of his pants. She’d taken him from nothing to ready-for-anything in less than two seconds, a land-speed record as far as he was concerned. Who was this woman? Bold, fearless and sexy as hell. Madge herself couldn’t be this hot, even in her prime. Hunter had nearly lost it, nearly come right there. He’d almost lost his mind and something else beneath the sensual touch of this woman, and now it was time for him to drive her crazy.
He wasn’t sure if this was all the best treat—or the best trick—of Halloween, of all time, but whatever it was, he didn’t want it to stop. Besides, now it was his turn to drive her wild. And he had a feeling she could get wild.
He inched his hand up her skirt, delicately teasing the outer rim of her lace thong, and he slipped past it, finding her bare, wet and so very, very ready. She opened her legs wider, one knee over his, and he gently worked her with his left hand. Instantly her pupils grew big and her big lips parted with want. That’s it, sexy, he thought. You need this. He stroked her gently, slowly, teasing her as she gripped his shoulder harder. She felt so, so wet, so hot, as a little murmur of want escaped her lips. She bit her lip, desperate to keep her pleasure silent. God, he loved making this woman want. He longed to see her in his bed, loud and moaning. But here, in this back seat, they shared a naughty moment, and he loved it. Loved that he had his hands on her, in the deepest, most secret part of her, and Paul had no idea. Hunter worked her expertly, and felt her pelvis move in rhythm to his pace. That’s it. Come for me, he silently commanded. You need this release. You deserve this. Come for me.
She stiffened, her legs pushing wider, and in that second, he knew she was going to come.