Not waiting for him to get out to help her up, she opened the passenger-side door and slid in beside him. Grinning at him, she ordered, “Let’s get this party started.” Tyler shifted into reverse, and then slammed on the brakes when she reached over and placed her hand on his groin, squeezing him gently. Eyes bugging, Tyler collapsed over the steering wheel, gasping painfully. “Whoa, Dana! What are you trying to do to me?” She flashed a demure smile. “I just wanted to see if you’re as ready for me as I am for you.” Biting down on his lower lip, he gave her a sidelong glance. “We can do it here. Right now. In the backseat.” Each word came out in a slow measured cadence. Dana looked out the side window. “No, thanks. I can wait.” Easing his foot off the brake and onto the gas pedal, Tyler did know whether to laugh or call the teasing minx’s bluff. It would serve her right if he parked somewhere near the woods and took her in the backseat. The risk of being discovered would probably bring her teasing to an abrupt halt.
