Page 74 of Meant for Mayhem

But now that my mind was headed in that direction, it was hard to pull it back.

Shannon grabbed an overly large box from the attendant at the window, then rushed back to the car with a grin.

“Hope you’re hungry,” she said as she climbed into the car.

The scent of melted cheese and fresh crust wafted through the car, but I couldn’t pull my mind back from a different kind of hunger.

“What toppings did you get?”

“Cheese.” Shannon sounded slightly affronted. “The only option.”

I shook my head, then opened the box on her lap and took a piece. “That’s not even kind of true.”

“The only right option,” Shannon clarified.

I folded the slice in half and ate it in three bites, not even waiting for it to cool off, and let out a little groan at the taste. Pizza wasn’t anything special, but this pizza was one of the best I’d ever had.

Shannon gawked at me, mouth slightly parted, then shook her head.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just now realizing maybe a large pizza to split wasn’t enough.”

I reached for another piece, and she swatted my hand out of the way. “This is my celebration too. You wait your turn.”

I meant to rest my hand on the center console, but instead it landed on her thigh.

I stared at it.

She stared at it.

My fingers flexed, hand tightening.

Her hip moved, pushing into my grip.

Fuck, this was a problem.

“Want more?” she asked, her voice cracking enough that I looked up at her.

Those dark eyes were dilated, a little heavy-lidded, and I was positive mine were too. I nodded because, absolutely, I wanted more.

“Pizza,” Shannon said, almost as if reminding us what we were doing.

I pulled my hand away, then accepted the second slice she gave me.

“Cheers.” She tapped her piece against mine, then took a bite.

I did the same, but this time I could barely taste it, not when my mind was picturing what her body might taste like instead.

“Oh, that’s good,” she said on her next bite.

My dick twitched in my pants, everything sounding so sexual right now while we ate pizza in the front seat of my car. Nothing was sexy about this scenario, not in a dark parking lot with my daughter asleep in the back seat. But my mind was in the damn gutter.

I cleared my throat, then took a napkin and wiped my hands and face before putting the car in drive. “That was great. Good suggestion.”

“Pizza is the perfect food,” Shannon said around another bite. “We’ve got grains, veggies, and dairy all in one. Practically a health food.”

“Fruit.”