Page 85 of Catch and Release
“Hi, Shawn,” Charlie said perkily.
“Hi,” Shawn said, not taking his eyes off Willa.
She felt frozen under his scrutiny, and she was torn between the desire to just look at him all night and the need to drag him to her bedroom and shove his head between her legs.
“Hurry up, Scooby!” Grams rolled down the window from the back seat and her voice broke the spell. “We don’t have all night, and I won’t have that she-devil arriving before me.”
Willa glanced at Ida and bit her lip.
“Sorry, Grams,” Willa said. “My fault. I’m not used to seeing Shawn in a tux.”
“You and me both, hon. Now hop in the front seat and introduce me to your adorable little friend so I can get to know her in the back seat.”
“This again?” Willa asked, glancing back at Shawn, who tossed her a bemused grin and shrugged. “Grams, why don’t you sit in the front seat?”
“You know I get carsick, missy,” Grams said. “Now do as I say.”
Willa rolled her eyes and walked to the passenger side of the car. Before she could open it, Shawn reached over her and grabbed it, opening it for her and extending a hand while he helped her in. The moment her hand landed in his, she felt a buzzing course throughout her body. God, this should not be happening. They’d been fucking for well over a month now. Shouldn’t her body stop reacting this way?
Charlie cleared her throat from behind them.
“Do I get the same white glove service getting into the car?” She smirked.
Willa bit her lip to hold back a laugh, and Shawn smiled at her before shutting the door and helping Charlie get into the car.
Shawn gripped the wheel so hard his hands went numb.
But at least it took his mind off his hardening cock. He glanced over at Willa again, who was peering out the window silently as Charlie and Ida chattered in the back seat. Shawn tuned them out, instead focusing on the stunning creature sitting next to him.
He thought he’d forgotten to breathe for a moment there when he first saw Willa. Her legs looked a million miles long in the silver dress she wore, with one peeking out of the slit. She’d done her makeup differently, too. She didn’t often wear it, but when she did, she’d never worn it like this.
And her tits.
God, her fucking tits. Maybe it would be easier if he didn’t know exactly what they looked like underneath that dress of hers, if he hadn’t palmed them every day for the past month, if he hadn’t grown addicted to sucking them between his lips.
He’d almost blown their cover in front of Grams. He wanted to kick himself, but he couldn’t help it. She was too perfect. Too gorgeous. Too stunning. He lost his mind around her, and he didn’t know how he was going to make it through the night knowing he wouldn’t be sneaking over to her place later.
“You look good in a tux,” Willa said quietly, and Shawn’s head whipped toward her. “I like it.”
If she liked it, he would wear it every fucking day. Screw the fact that it made absolutely no sense and was not at all suitable for his line of work.
“You look delicious, actually,” Willa whispered.
His eyes flitted to the rearview mirror to see if Grams had heard, but she was happily chatting with Charlie.
“Delicious is too mild a word for how you look,” Shawn said out of the side of his mouth. “You’re testing my self control tonight with that dress, Greene.”
Willa grinned at him, then raised her eyebrows as her gaze drifted down to his crotch. “I can see that.”
He winked at her, then shifted in his seat and let his mind wander to other things. Fish guts. Cast nets. Shrimp. He started naming different types of fish in his head trying to get his boner to go down.
Trout.
Mullet.
Red fish.
Flounder.