Sara had never been so embarrassed in her entire life.

Please don't hate me. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME, she silently begged.

She hadn't realized she'd shut her eyes. She opened one eye slowly to peek out at him.

His own eyes were glowing with red hot fury. He squeezed her thighs tightly around his hips, cementing her body on top of his.

To her amazement, he didn't say anything! He just sat there watching her.

Sara pulled her gaze away from him. She felt her eyes start to tear up. This was NOT how she'd wanted to end her day.

"Your lips get really full and swollen when you cry," he said softly.

Sara stopped breathing, confusion overwhelming her. She forced herself to look at him.

"Y-you're not mad?" she asked.

Bentley let his hands slide up and down her back.

Sara realized, with alarm, that her already very short skirt was hiked even higher up her legs. And it was actually worse since she was straddling him.

"I'll admit, I was surprised," he said. His voice was deeper now, as if what he was saying took an extreme amount of effort.

"If I hadn't been so lost in my own head, or distracted by my throbbing bloody nose, I would have noticed your body heat simulation on my dashboard screen. I mean, your body heat simulation has literally been blinking in bright red the entire time."

Bentley cracked a smile. "And to think my faithful car didn't even give you away. Now that's interesting."

Sara shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here. I promise it was all an accident. Actually, it was HIS fault!" She thumped the side of the car with her hand.

Bad Boy's engine rumbled in reply.

Bentley's dark, brooding eyes seemed to lighten with humor. "My boy's been bad? Oh no. Let's punish him," he said. His warm fingers slid along her legs now, sending excruciatingly delightful waves of ecstasy through her.

She tried not to gasp aloud. It would only give away how much she was enjoying his sensual teasing. And she did NOT want him to know that.

At least she knew for sure now, he still wanted her around. But she didn't wish to push her luck.

"I think I better go," she said. She tried to wiggle off of him, but that only made him tighten his hold.

"Shh, we're having fun," he said. His voice was dangerously low. He took her face between his hands and forced her to stare right at him.

It took everything she had to not allow herself to melt into the never-ending depths of his eyes. While they were milk chocolate, she now saw there were very faint traces of golden specs in them. The colors of his eyes, she now discovered, resembled a midnight sky filled with stars.

"You're shaking," he said. His voice whisper quiet.

Sara jerked back. It felt like she'd been freed from a spell. "Um...I...I have to get home. We have our trip tomorrow." She began to wiggle again, pushing her hands against his chest to try and pry herself loose from his iron grip.

"Sleep here...with me," he snickered.

While she knew he meant well, there was no denying the evil smirk spread across his face.

His comment caused her to push even harder away from him. "Let me go," she said with an involuntary giggle.

He ran his fingers through her hair. "You may want to reconsider how much you're struggling." His voice sounded strained. "You're seated in a very...uh...special region."

Sara froze, horrified. She kept her eyes locked on the water fountain outside. She tried not to think about what he'd just said. Or how amazing he smelled right now. The strong scent of his musky aftershave and fresh soap were making her dizzy.

"I'd say this is a great opportunity to take off a little of that bet," he teased, his words laced with hunger.

Sara knew she was powerless against him. No matter how much she begged or pleaded, he wouldn't release her. He was that stubborn...not to mention extremely demanding.

"Fine then," she said. She scooted her hips closer to his waist and pressed her chest firmly against his.

He studied her curiously, half amused and half puzzled.

With a burst of confidence, she looped her arms around his neck. But instead of going for his mouth as he'd expected, she tilted her head and placed her lips against his ear.

"Ooooh, how I wiiiiish you'd oooopen the doooor," she said with a lengthy, whispered sigh. "I'm getting soooo hot. It's soooo hoooot in here."

A trickle of sweat glistened on his forehead. She was REALLY getting to him.

"Soooo hoooot. Buuuurning. I'm buuuurning up," she moaned.

It seemed the more she exaggerated the sounds, the more she felt his body tremble beneath her.

She laughed to herself. She had no idea she was capable of influencing that kind of power over him.

"Oooopen the doooor, handsome. You're suuuuch a haaaandsome booooy," she purred.

And that did it. With a predatory snarl, he flung open the driver's side door.