The words were crass and really none of his business, but for some reason I couldn’t find it in me to care. Instead I found myself willingly answering.

“George and I wanted different things. He wanted to focus on getting his tenure at the university, and I wanted to get married and have a family.”

“Well it sounds to me like you lucked out.”

The teasing gleam in his eyes and lighter tone in his voice made me smile despite myself. He had seemed beaten down when I first encountered him. It was so much nicer to see him this way. It made the situation feel less awkward. Like we were two old friends out for a drive.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“Well first of all, George is an extremely boring name so I can only assume that he is just that—boring. Second of all, you shouldn’t have to settle or give up on something you want. Passions are passions regardless of the form they come in; they should never be ignored. Third of all, if you hadn’t left him, you might not be here with me right now. And I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He leaned over the seat and placed an open mouth kiss below my ear.

My body trembled from the intimate contact while at the same time yearning for more. It made it damn hard to concentrate on driving.

Jax sat back in his seat and leaned against the door. “Was that too presumptuous of me?”

“No,” I squeaked out.

“Good.”

“Jax, I don’t do this sort of thing. Pick up random strangers and kiss them,” I tried to explain my hesitancy.

“Well, Maci, I don’t do this sort of thing either. There’s just something about you though…” He trailed off with a shake of his head and a mischievous smirk. “You make me want to do things to you that I shouldn’t want to do.”

“Like what?” I asked weakly. My throat was dry again and it felt like I had a mouth full of cotton. Funny when between my legs I was feeling the exact opposite.

“Like spread your legs and lick your pretty little pussy. I can just imagine how pink and wet you’d be for me. I wonder though. Would you taste sweet and juicy or tart and tangy? And after you came all over my face, I’d thrust inside you while sucking on one of your beautiful tits. I’m desperate to find out if your nipples are red like your lips, or maybe a dusky pink like your pussy.”

I squirmed in my seat and panted as he continued regaling me with dirty details involving me bent over a chair and, oh God, him spanking me as he fucked me from behind. My muscles clenched in anticipation and I felt so empty that I nearly whimpered with need.

This beautiful stranger was turning me on more than the man I had loved for years ever had. While George and I never had crazy, wild passion, I always did get off with him. Typically it was from his fingers and, if I was lucky, his tongue, but I didn’t complain. I knew some women weren’t as fortunate as me in that department.

I felt as if I were wrapped up in an erotic, wet dream as visions of Jax fucking me hard and fast, then slow and steady, filled my mind. I was afraid that at any moment my alarm clock would go off and I’d open my eyes only to discover my hand down my panties and my folds dripping wet with my arousal.

“Tell me what you want, Maci,” Jax pleaded with me as his fingers traced the seam of my pants along my inner thigh. He stopped several inches short of hitting my sweet spot and a groan escaped my lips.

“I want—” Before I could finish that thought, I brought the car to a swift stop when I realized there was a roadblock ahead. “What the…?”

A portly officer walked up to the car, so I rolled down the window just enough to speak with him without letting in all the rain.

“Road’s washed up ahead,” he announced without preamble. “You’ll have to detour down Route 46.” He motioned towards the intersecting road.

“How far up is the flood?” I asked, mentally recalculating the best way to get into town.

“Road opens back up about twenty miles south of Waterloo.”

“Shit,” I mumbled. There was no way we were going to make it into town tonight. I knew from experience that all the other inroads into town were lower elevations and sure to be flooded as well.

“You need directions?” he asked with an impatient look on his face. I fought the urge to be disrespectful and roll my eyes at the fact he was more concerned with getting in his car than helping out stranded citizens.

“No. We’ll be fine.”

When he walked back towards his cruiser with its flashing lights, I turned right and set off down the highway.

“That didn’t sound good,” Jax said, all traces of the earlier lust now absent from his voice. It left me feeling colder than it should have. I felt my body tensing in fear; maybe he was just playing me and didn’t really want me after all. Cougar joke aside, I was older than him and probably curvier than the beauties I could picture on his arm.

“No. There’s no way we’ll make it into Waterloo tonight. The town sits at the bottom of a valley and all the roads are most likely flooded.”

“So what are we going to do?” His laid back tone made my muscles relax a little.

“I figure we’ll head to the next town over and get a motel room. It’s either that or sleep in the car.”

“I wouldn’t mind staying in the car. As long as I get to spend more time with you.” He gave me a smile so wide that I could see the white of his teeth across the darkened car.

“Well I prefer a bed.” And my own room, I silently amended.

I barely knew this guy and although I was incredibly attracted to him, probably more than any man I’d ever met, I wasn’t that keen on trusting him so implicitly. That didn’t mean I wasn’t up for paying his room a visit that night hoping he would continue to make me feel this exhilarated. It just meant that I wanted my own space afterward. The last thing I needed was to wake up with no wallet and no car, stranded at a motel.

“Noted.” Jax adjusted himself in the seat, settled for a moment and then adjusted himself again.

“You okay over there?” It looked like he had ants in his pants.

“I’m hard as a fucking rock thinking about fucking you.” As he spoke, he growled low in his throat. The sound was so sexy and, mixed with his words, a new rush of wetness settled between my legs.

“I want that,” I responded a bit breathlessly.

“Yeah?”

I nodded and swallowed hard when his hand resumed petting me through my pants, but this time higher. Each pass of his finger against my swollen lips made me want to moan. I craved skin on skin contact with this man something fierce.

“Jax?” I breathed out when he started making circular motions that had me parting my legs.

“Mmmmm,” he mumbled against the skin of my neck as his lips tormented me.

“Can I touch you?” Keeping one hand on the wheel, I reached out with my other, and pressed against the bulge straining behind his zipper. His hips rose up, pressing him more firmly into my palm.

Removing his hand from between my legs, resulting in a small protest slipping from my lips, he deftly undid his button and zipper. He pulled himself from the confines of his jeans and placed my hand on his rather large erection. He was hot, silky, and smooth. Sheer perfection in my hand.

He groaned deeply as I gently explored him. I chanced a quick glance over at him. His head fell back on the headrest and his hands tightened into fists on his thighs. A look of pain flitted across his features, but when he shouted, “Holy fuck!” as I swiped my hand over the head, I knew it was an exquisite pain he was feeling.

His hand found its way back between my legs where he worked a little harder at bringing out every tingle and spark in my body. It was becoming harder and harder to focus on the road. Thank God the rain had let up some, or I probably would have crashed the car when the orgasm building in my core snapped, making me cry out.

With what little coherency I had left, I slammed on the brakes pulling to the side of the road as the remaining tremors worked through my body. Slumping back in my seat, I gulped at the air and reveled in how loose and pliant I felt.