Page 16 of Unraveled

Cara liked that he was of the type to simply state his desires, not dance around them until the truth spilled out. He clearly didn’t play games. Maybe he was the kind of man who always won, no matter what.

“Cara,” he pressed.

“I don’t usually do that sort of thing.”

She had before; she didn’t make it a habit, though.

“But will you, Cara? If you really want to know what it feels like to be out of control, you’ve met the right man to get you there, but you have to say yes.”

Let go for a night, her mind demanded.

“Yes,” she said before thinking better of it. “I will.”

“Just so we’re clear on something, before we get to my place,” Gian said from the driver’s seat.

Cara hadn’t entirely heard him, as she was too busy watching the street pass her by.

“Huh?”

Cara glanced over at Gian as the Lexus slowed for a red light. His gaze caught hers, he flashed a grin, and then he was leaning over before Cara even knew what happened. The kiss came fast, stunning Cara momentarily. Something wicked, sweet, and hot curled in her stomach and shot down between her thighs.

She forgot they were at a red light as Gian’s lips moved against hers, slow and languid, yet still rough and demanding at the same time. She wasn’t quite sure how he did that, kiss her softly, yet managing to take her breath away with the gentle nip of his teeth to her bottom lip. The slight stubble on his jaw left the best sensation on her softer skin. His tongue warred with hers, a lingering taste of whiskey blooming over her taste buds before it too was gone, and so was his kiss.

The car lurched forward as Gian leaned back into his seat, that grin of his still firmly in place. The light had turned green again. “Pay attention to me now.”

Cara swallowed hard. “You’re very good at distractions.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“What was that you were saying—about knowing something before we got to your place?” Cara glanced out the window, thinking it would help to clear the haze. “Let me guess, don’t snoop, and be out before morning. I can do that.”

Gian laughed, drawing Cara’s attention back in an instant. “Not even close.”

“Oh?”

His gloved hand—covered with black leather driving gloves—found her thigh, slipped high enough to disappear under the skirt of her body-con dress, and then grabbed tight. Cara’s muscles jumped at the sudden touch, but somehow, she didn’t move otherwise. It had grounded her.

Then, his hand moved higher, his pinky stroking over the lace covering her sex.

Cara needed air.

Badly.

“You can leave whenever the hell you want, but while you’re with me, there’s only one thing that matters. This is mine for the night,” Gian said, his pinky stroking along the seam of her lace-covered pussy again. She shuddered under the pressure of the touch, surprised at how her body reacted to such a simple thing. “It’s mine. When and how I fuck it, and how many times I make you come tonight—that’s all mine. Understood?”

His grin had turned sexier under the dash lights.

“Cara?” he pressed.

God, she really needed that air.

“Understood.”

Or, she’d figure it out.

Apparently, Gian intended to start teaching her right fucking then. His hand came back out from between her thighs, and he flipped his palm up on her lap. “Unclasp the wrist for me and pull the glove off, would you?”

“Why?”