J.D. Robb Quote

You never had sex in a car. Yes, I have. You get ideas at least half the time whenever we’re in the back of one of your limos. Not the same at all. That’s a grown-up venue, a limo is. It’s sophisticated sex. And here we are, crammed together in the front seat of a police issue, and the lieutenant is both aroused and mildly embarrassed. I am not. Either. But her pulse jumped, and her breath hitched when his thumbs brushed over the thin cotton covering her breasts. This is ridiculous. We’re adults, we’re married. The steering wheel is jammed into the base of my spine. The first two are irrelevant, the last is part of the buzz. Music on, program five. Skyroof open. She narrowed her eyes at him. It’s not going to work. It’s uncomfortable and it’s stupid. And I have to work in this vehicle. I can make you come in ten seconds. She actually smirked at him. Ten, she said, nine, eight, seven, six, five . . . oh shit. She’d underestimated his quick hands, his skilled fingers. He had her trousers unhooked, had her wet and throbbing. And over.