Drive Me Crazy
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On Sale: February 13, 2015
She’s out for one night of passion in a trucker’s big rig…
This 5000-word erotic short story originally appeared in Best Erotic Romance, but has been expanded. It may be short in length, but it’s not short in passion!
DRIVE ME CRAZY is also part of the BEST EROTIC ROMANCE anthology.
Format: Trade Paperback
On Sale: December 13, 2011
This inaugural collection of erotic romance features the very best of the genre. In erotic romance, the sexual component is critical to the development of the romantic relationship. Each of these masterfully written tales contains the essence of true romance: a central love story and an emotionally-satisfying, optimistic ending. What sets Best Erotic Romance apart is the scorching hot sex and the happily-ever-after (or happy-for-now) ending. Award-winning romance writer and editor Kristina Wright and her cast of terrific romance writers have crafted stories that touch the hearts and minds of readers, and linger in the memory for a long, long time.
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Just a glimpse of him standing in profile, arms crossed over his well-developed chest and leaning his firm, round butt against the dispatch counter, was enough to shore up my weakening resolve. Dressed in faded blue jeans, a black, chest-hugging t-shirt, and a red Razorback ball cap turned backwards on his dark shaggy hair, he was every woman’s blue-collar fantasy. My mouth dried as I glanced down his tall, muscled frame. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want one night with all that ripped hotness?
And that’s all it could be—one night. I’d waited until the last possible moment to make my move.
The midnight drive to the dispatch office had given me plenty of time to argue my way out of what had seemed like a good plan earlier when I’d realized that the planets had aligned to give me this one last chance to fulfill my long-standing fantasy.
There’d never been the right time. For the longest time, I was married. When my husband dumped me, Danny had been living with a woman with two kids, and seemed to be heading down a straight road to marriage.
We’d flirted; he’d issued lazy invitations for dates or a quickie at the Motel 6 down the road. But I’d never detected even a hint of serious interest. If something was going to happen, I had to be the one to make a move. Today had been my last day at Henderson Transport. It was now or never.
All the reasons why I was crazy to consider it fell away as I ticked through them in my mind:
He’s too young—He’ll be happy because I won’t have any expectations, I said to myself. Well, none beyond a really good time.
I’m management and he’s a driver—Midnight had just ticked past, so not true anymore. We were both free agents. Both consenting adults. All he had to do was say yes.
“You’ll never see him again,” I muttered under my breath as I rubbed my cold hands together. “If he turns you down, you won’t have to live with his smug smile.”
I sucked in a deep fortifying breath, adjusted the neckline of the red Lycra top to show my breasts to their best advantage, and pushed through the glass door.
His head turned at the sound, and then he straightened away from the counter and dropped his arms. “You cuttin’ my route, Angel?”
I gave him a crooked smile. “Think I’d do that and ask you to wait for me here in the middle of the night?”
His brows drew together, curiosity glinting in his gaze before it dropped to my boobs. I’d worn a bra that pretty much left everything sitting on a shelf. My nipples were outlined against the red, stretchy fabric of my top, the tips spiking because I’d given them a little tweak before I’d exited my car.
His frown deepened. “What’s this all about Angela?”
I cleared my throat and tried for a sultry look. “I think you know.”
He cocked his head and looked me up and down again. Slowly. “You don’t have to hijack a man’s keys to get his attention, sweetheart.”
I planted my hands on my generous hips. “Apparently, I do, because you sure as shit haven’t followed through on any one of your invitations.”
His lips twitched. “I thought you flirted like that with all the guys.”
“You ever see me do it? Even once?”
His jaw tightened. Fatigue showed in the shadows under his eyes. Stubble clung to his craggy cheeks.
I felt a momentary twinge of guilt over the fact I was keeping him from his bed, but that was all I’d allow. He was young and hot as hell. If he needed sleep that damn bad, he could tell his latest squeeze to come around another time. Tonight, he was mine.
“My keys weren’t in the lockbox. I know I left ’em there.”
“You did indeed,” I said nodding. Then I looked him up and down, making sure he hadn’t mistaken my intent. “Fact is, I have an itch that needs scratchin’ and I’m hopin’ you’ll help me out.”
I tried to exude more confidence than I felt, but lost my nerve on the return trip up his hard body. I paused and swallowed hard, then gave a little cough to loosen the knot lodging at the back of my throat. When I reached his mouth, he was grinning..
“Angela, is there somethin’ you want?”
You, preferably naked and tied spread-eagle on a bed so you can’t stop me nibbling every edible part of you.
“Is there something I want? Yeah, there is.”
“Then just say it.”
But I couldn’t. I felt foolish enough. I reached into my purse and drew out his key ring. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken this so far.”
“You made me wait half an hour, when I could have been home, showered and in bed. You know how long I’ve been out this time.”
“I know. I arranged the schedule.”
Still, he didn’t take the keys.
I took a step toward him and had to tilt my head to maintain the lock on his gray gaze.
His hands settled on my waist. ”You want somethin’, sweetheart?” he repeated, his voice lowering to a sexy rumble.
I squeezed my eyes shut, prayed for courage and that the blush staining my cheeks would fade. “I want you,” I said, then opened my eyes.
His grin widened. “Now, was that so hard?”