Ahh.Vince nodded his understanding. “Okay. I get it. I’ll?—”
She rushed to stop him. “But when you did your big peel-down back there at the golf course,” she cut him off, “my, um, nipples actually got involved.”
Vince gave Lace a little nod of encouragement. “You mean they were interested in what you saw?”
She dipped her chin. “Interestedandtingly,” she admitted, her breath coming faster. “Like now. Talking about it, they actually…ache. In a good way.”
Vince raised a hand, which he hoped he’d scrubbed clean, and placed it, palm first, an inch in front of her left breast. “Can I…?”
Lace swallowed visibly, then yanked his hand up against her chest, reacting with an indrawn hiss.
“Shit,” Vince responded, attempting to pull away. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she replied tightly but with a chuckle. “Just the opposite. I think you’ve actually…fixed my faulty wiring.”
Her small nipple beaded up under his hand, and he rubbed across it, gently.
“I never asked,” he managed, while the towel across his lap began to rock and roll. “Which breast has the cancer?”
“The one you’re touching,” she managed breathlessly. “And despite its troubles, it’s still responding.”
She seemed awed by that, and if Vince were honest, so was he.
“Just wait until I have you in the shower,” he gruffed. “I’m going to worship both of them. With my fingers. With my mouth. We’ll make sure they no longer feel like outliers.”
The base of his spine tingled.Yeah.That would be no hardship.
Lace grabbed his wrist and dragged his fingers to her right breast, where he found another interested party.
This one, he gave a pinch through her clothing, and she responded with a moan.
“I’m such an idiot,” she said on her exhale.
“Why?” Luckily, Vince was having no trouble at all massaging her little nub and driving at the same time. Thank god his…little clown wasn’t trapped inside a pair of jeans for the trip. It would have been ahugeimpedance. Emphasis on huge.
Free-range was certainly the way to go.
Lace continued. “Because I’ve been convincing myself that my breasts are bad, and when I’ve actually felt the urge to use my…”
Her color, if possible, deepened to crimson.
“Your what?” he prodded amusedly, because he knew exactly what she was going to say.
“Okay. Fine. My vibrator,” she confessed and sped on. “When I’ve used it, it’s only been between my legs, whereas before, my nipples might have gotten in on the action.”
“Good to know,” Vince grinned. “I’ll try and live up to your device’s notability.”
Lace giggled, then did something else unexpected. She removed his hand again, this time to thread it upunderher shirt.
Vince groaned as the shape of her bra-clad breast fit into his hold, perfectly.
“Damn, Lace. Give a guy a break. I’m driving as fast as I can.” He gave one last, gentle squeeze, then put both hands back on the wheel. An accident would be damned inconvenient right now.
Once the house appeared, Vince wasted no time. He didn’t think about securing the towel around his hips as he hustled out of the truck, he wasn’t concerned that this time of night any neighbors would see his bare ass, and he’d stopped worrying about being smelly with pond-scum.
He dashed to Lace’s side of the truck, opened her door, then tossed her his keys before pulling her out. Cradling her in his arms, he walked, buck-naked up the porch steps.
Lace snorted with laughter. “Hey. I’m really liking this change of plan.” She reached a hand down and pinched one muscled cheek. “But what happened to you getting a five-minute head start in the shower?”