Page 51 of Cocky Tech God
“What’s up, Luci?” He glanced at me. “You’re all silent over there.”
I shifted my eyes forward. “Just wondering where you are taking me.”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Are we passing through George Town?” I’d read about the tourist town near the airport and wanted to check out some scenery and maybe book a tour of the Cayman Spirits Co. distillery if I had time. I hadn’t up until now.
“We are. I have plans for us there.”
“Mmmm,” I purred, “Plans, huh? What kind of plans?” How had he put together a day of adventure overnight? Twelve hours ago, I’d had a major business crisis.
He grinned. “Uh-uh, Mendez. It’s a surprise.”
Hansen was resourceful, indeed, and I was already impressed with him.
A cluster of retail and business buildings lining the square around Harbour Drive welcomed us into George Town. Parking was a breeze. When we both got out of the SUV, Hansen walked to the passenger side just as a gust of wind blew up my dress. I pushed down the hem that flew up my thighs. Little did he know I had a surprise for him that I didn’t want Mother Nature to ruin—no panties.
“First stop, breakfast,” he said. “What are your feelings about chocolate croissants?”
“My favorite.” I bit my lip. I loved chocolate croissants, but I loved that he asked me that question more.
The urge to feel close to him washed over me. I needed to feel his skin on mine. In a bold move, I pulled him to me, my back pressing the SUV door. Surprise, and then subsequently lust, flickered in his light eyes. We weren’t at the Ritz anymore. No one from the cybersecurity conference would see us. We were safe from gossip.
He caged me in and in a moment, he was kissing me, biting my bottom lip until I winced. God, I loved how he kissed me.
“I’m starving,” I whispered against his lips.
“Good.” He plunged his tongue in my mouth, taking our kiss from sweet to intense, passionate. His hands slipped down to my waist and gripped me in a firm hold. A growl sounded deep in his throat, and he said, “Jesus, Luci. I want to fuck you right here in front of everyone.”
“Hmm,” I purred. Imagine that. Public sex with Hansen made me thrum with excitement, though I wasn’t sure if I could follow through with it. “Would you dare?”
He groaned and pressed my hand over his erection. “Want to find out? I’ll turn you around and lift up your dress right now if you really want to dare me.”
Our eyes locked in a challenge of wills. I was so close to calling his bluff, and challenging myself.
“It would be easy.” My brow lifted. The idea became more intriguing. I was teetering on throwing all caution to the wind.
“Why’s that?”
I lifted off my toes to whisper my secret in his ear. “I’m not wearing panties.”
Hansen swore under his breath. He shook his head with a deep groan that made me shiver. Our eyes met.
“What are you doing to me, Lucia Mendez?”
Exactly what you are doing to me. “I think you know.”
Yes, he knew. And I knew. I could see it in his eyes. The flicker and the way his green eyes lit when he looked at me. The conversation ended there with our heated silence. Too many emotions moved through me—through us. For once, I didn’t want to run from the feelings, for how I felt about Hansen.
He lifted his gaze to the perfect blue sky and took a moment of reprieve, which I needed as well. He touched my cheek and smiled lightly, barely lifting the corners of his beautiful mouth. He said, “Let’s get you a chocolate croissant, and me a shot of Tortuga Rum.”
After the bakery and coffee detour, we began the journey across George Town to a secret location Hansen refused to disclose no matter how nicely I asked him.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over that view.” I gazed out the window again. I sounded like a broken record, but the scenery warranted my marveling.
“You’re about to get a closer view.” Hansen slowed and parked in front of a white wooden house outside of a marina with a blue banner that read Sailing Charters. He turned off the ignition. “We’re here.”
“Are we going on the water?” Exhilaration ran through me at the prospect of getting close to the water.