Game Plan by Karla Doyle

her panties. He pushed the thin strip of fabric aside, penetrating her fully, twisting at the deepest point to bring his knuckles against her clit.
    Urgent, familiar longing kicked in. All she needed was a little more friction… She thrust her hips forward and he chuckled, obliging her by using his thumb to rub circles over her bud. Her eyelids fluttered. God, she had to keep her eyes open or this would be her last orgasm ever. The steering wheel got slick under her white-knuckled grip. Her thighs shook. She could barely keep her foot on the gas pedal.
    “You missed the turn.” He withdrew his hand and sat back in his seat, rubbing his fingers between his lips.
    What the—he was stopping— now ? She gaped at him.
    “Babe, I’ve watched you while you come. Several times. It’s the sexiest thing in the world, but you’d crash the car if I let you have an orgasm while driving.”
    If he let her? The car’s tires screeched as she took the next corner abruptly, for the sole purpose of seeing Mason slam into the passenger door. Nobody was controlling what she did or didn’t do anymore. Not her wardrobe, not her behavior, and most definitely not her orgasms. She bombed up a block and careened around another corner. Then one more, putting her on the correct street. All of this only served to make him laugh out loud. Dammit. So much for staying irritated with him. Impossible with that sexy sound working its magic on her senses.
    “Slow down, Danica. It’s the little white bungalow up there, on the left.”
    “Ha ha.” Though comparing her to a hot, female Indy car driver was kind of cool. “You’re a horrible tease, by the way.”
    “Not true. I have every intention of finishing what I started.”
    Her stomach flip-flopped at the promise. Whether by fingers, tongue or cock, he’d certainly proven his expertise at finishing the job. She parked in his driveway and wiggled in her seat, trying to set her clothes to rights. Mason’s mouth curled into a sly grin. Don’t bother, it said. Fine. She shrugged and got out. Let his neighbors see her looking all rumpled.
    The house was adorable. Clean white siding with dark-green shutters and trim. No gardens out front, but he did have a planter box overflowing with red and white petunias and a hanging basket to match. Not what she’d expected from a young, single guy.
    The lock clicked and Mason held the door as she scooted under his outstretched arm. Once inside, he scooped up his cat and ruffled its smoky gray fur. His affection for the one-eyed kitty was obvious. The more sides she saw of Mason, the more she learned about him, the gooier her insides got. He was sweet, smart, sexy. Eye candy to the extreme. Kind. Fun to be with. Quite simply, the man was a freaking catch and a half. A total keeper.
    Some stroke of luck had allowed her to catch him. She’d never be able to keep him, but she wasn’t looking to. Not him or anyone. There were moments, though, like this one, when she had to remind herself of that game plan. Happily ever after still appealed to her, even though she knew it didn’t exist. The idea of sharing her days and nights with somebody who made her happy…
    She shook her head to clear the dangerously domestic thoughts. “Are you going to show me around?”
    “Nah.” Two seconds later he’d slung her over his shoulder with his hand up her skirt, working its way into her panties. He cut down a short hallway into a masculine bedroom. “No time for the home and garden tour. We’ve got twenty minutes. You’re gonna come twice, me once. And then I’m making us sandwiches.”
    She laughed as he dumped her on his bed. “It’s going to be tight.”
    “Just how I like you.” Sweet Mason, holder of doors and cuddler of kitties, vanished. The replacement Mason’s pure-sex smile sent a surge of electricity between her legs. He pulled her knit top off one-handed. Tossed it to the floor. Yanked her skirt away, made short work of the pretty lingerie she’d