“You don’t even need to touch me to make me feel like a woman. I’m finding if I just sit and think about you—or even better, if I sit here and look at you—I have absolutely no problem feeling like a woman.” She paused in her verbal torture and slid that hot little hand over his leg toward the inseam of his jeans, stopping mid-thigh. He sucked in a deep breath.
“I can’t wait to get you naked, Josh. Hot, naked, and mine. Hmm, I can’t wait,” she whispered.
Josh took a chance and looked sideways at her. She was so close that he could see her pupils had dilated, and he knew she was as aroused as he was. His cock was so hard that he was surprised it hadn’t busted through his jeans. She hadn’t even touched him there, and he was ready to go off like a rocket.
“Move your hand, Shelly,” he managed, trying to keep his attention on the road despite her torture.
He watched her eyes spark with mischief, and then she started to move her hand up his leg toward his throbbing hardness.
“Not there,” he told her through clenched teeth. “Move your hand away from me, or we’re going to have an accident.”
He watched her grin and felt her squeeze his thigh while she leaned up to put her mouth next to his ear.
“Find a motel.”
Josh felt every muscle in his body clench, but he looked down at her and shook his head.
She pouted, squeezing his thigh again. “Why not?”
Josh licked his lips and explained, “If we stop, we won’t ever leave.” He paused. “Have mercy, Georgia. Take your hand off of me before I explode and move back to your side of the truck before I go insane.”
Josh groaned as she kissed his cheek and quickly brushed her palm against his erection. Then, she moved back to her side of the truck.
He looked over to where she was sitting, staring at him with hot eyes and a strained smile.
“I hate that you’re right,” she told him.
He looked at her and replied softly, “Believe me, so do I.”
Shelly was so frustrated!
She was so hot and bothered that she was almost tempted to undo her jeans and stick her hands inside to take care of her own ache. But, as she looked at the beautifully tense and stiff man navigating the truck’s steering wheel, she knew that waiting would be its own reward.
She couldn’t believe how turned on he had gotten her, yet he hadn’t done anything but drive and say a few words.
The man was potent and so hot that he set her on fire by just looking at her. Forget that. He set me on fire by just breathing.
His dog was now lying down across the back seat, and Shelly took a chance, looking over at him. He raised his head, and his mouth fell open. She could have sworn he was smiling at her. She felt her heart squeeze a little, and she couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Stop flirting with my dog.”
Shelly’s eyes moved to Josh, who had glanced at her for a moment.
“I’m not flirting with your dog. I don’t even like him.”
She could have sworn the dog understood because he whined, and she immediately felt guilty.
Josh took that moment to look in his rearview mirror. “Don’t worry. She said that about me, too.”
Rolling her eyes, she slumped down in the seat. “Do you want me to drive for a little bit?”
“My truck?”
“No, your Lamborghini. Of course the truck.”
Josh shook his head. “Ahh, no, it’s fine. I’m going to pull over for lunch in a few minutes, and then we’ll go the rest of the way.”
Shelly nodded and watched out the window, noticing a twenty-four hour motel. She glanced at Josh longingly.
He shook his head. “No.”
Sighing, Shelly capitulated. “Fine. Food it is.”
She was no less frustrated when he laughed and pulled off the highway to get them some food.
Six long hours later, Josh was navigating his way through downtown Savannah, admiring how beautiful it was.
It was just going on 6:30 p.m., and there was a light breeze in the air. They’d made good time even with several pit stops along the way. As they rolled down the main street, Josh couldn’t help the smile that was stretching across his face.
Shelly had told him that she wanted to take him down through the Savannah Squares. At first, he didn’t have any idea what she had been talking about, but as they turned onto Charlton Street, it became very obvious.
Every couple of streets, he noticed a park was located in the center of them. The first one they passed was Pulaski Square, and then they drove by Madison Square. As they were approaching the third park, Lafayette Square, Shelly pointed and told him to pull over.
He parked the truck and watched her get out, stretching her hands above her head. She looked around with a soft smile as the wind whipped through her blonde hair. He found himself mesmerized, not by her sexiness that usually took aim at him like a fully loaded weapon, but by the simple beauty of her as she stood on the outskirts of the park with the wind blowing around her.
Josh opened the truck door and stepped down, letting Mutley out. He grabbed a leash, hooking it to his dog’s collar, and came around to stand beside this woman, who seemed to have morphed into a stranger.
She had transformed into a different version of herself, and he had to admit that he liked this version.
“These parks are amazing,” Josh commented, stopping beside her.
Shelly turned and smiled up at him. The sudden tightening in his chest from her radiant look shocked him.
“I know. This is one part of my hometown that I absolutely adore.”
She looked down at Mutley, who had taken a seat beside him on his haunches, and raised a brow. “The mutt has to come?”
Josh chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, yeah, he’s been cooped up as well, and this is a park. Kind of his thing.” He ended with a wink.
“Fine,” she sighed. Then, she shocked him by holding out her hand.
Josh reached over and took it, feeling her warm palm slip into his.
She squeezed his fingers, and they made their way down the path leading into the lush green park.
Shelly felt relaxed as she walked with Josh and the beast through her favorite Square.
As of 2012 twenty-two squares were littered throughout Savannah.
As a young girl, her father had often taken her to Lafayette Square where they had walked around for hours, sometimes taking a break to eat ice cream. On each occasion, he had brought her right here to this fountain where they had thrown pennies in, making wishes together.
Shelly stopped by the large water feature and looked over to Josh, who was looking around the park as the sun started to set.
The lights in the fountain and on the path where they were now standing started to blink on, and suddenly, the moment turned extremely romantic. This was not something Shelly had anticipated.
She turned to see Josh looking at her with a gentle and warm expression. She’d never seen that look on him before.
“Who are you?” he asked as he stepped closer, letting the leash go slack as his dog lay down on the ground.
Shelly immediately started to fidget with her hands, feeling nervous, which was very unlike her.
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
He stopped when he was just a breath away from her, reaching out to run a finger down her cheek.
“Back in Chicago, you’re this sex goddess, who is so incredibly hot, but intimidating as hell—”
“I didn’t intimidate you,” she pointed out.
“Oh, yes, you did. Remember my nickname for you? Man-Eater Monroe—the kind of woman who would eat you up in one bite. I wasn’t going to touch you because I knew you’d burn me or rip me apart.”