Chapter Eight
Adam remained a step behind as she moved, so he could watch the smooth shifting of her buttocks as her weight transferred with a firm joggle from one trim thigh to the other. It was a movement that made him feel like a kid. A young buck.
“Here,” she said, opening the flap at the side of her car and revealing the empty hole. He struggled to tear the bubble wrap. It fought back.
“s**t,” he swore, trying to get a finger hold on the tough vinyl.
“Tighter than a condom,” Jilly snickered.
He gave her a quizzical look; like he couldn’t believed such words had just come from such pretty lips.
The packing finally yielded with a snap and he bobbled the gas cap from the air. With flustered fingers, he rammed it home. “Perfect,” he said with a twist of his wrist. Jilly moved in to
