His Jeep Wrangler stopped softly in front of your house, the engine purring softly, then completely silent as Simon put the car in park. The sun had already set, and your neighborhood was lit by faint streetlights that only gave the appearance of good lighting. But tonight, it was just what you needed.

It set the mood. The right mood.

"Ya liked everythin'?" Simon asked, turning to face you.

"Everything. Even the way the waitress stumbled as she carried our drinks."

He chuckled, his Adam's apple bobbing, and your knees went weak. A chain reaction. The way your body reacted to him just... existing.

It was your third date, just your third, and you had standards. Get to know each other first, let the kiss happen, invite him over for dinner a couple of times, maybe even go on a short hike, and only then let him into your bed.

But with him, everything was different. Absolutely everything.

Simon had got into your head and made your core pulsing from the very first minute. When he picked you up from your house and opened the door of his car for you to get inside. His broad figure blocked the passage and also protected you from the awkward situation that could have happened if the wind had decided to blow a little harder while you were getting into his car in your scandalously short dress.

But he was a gentleman. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, passed you napkins, and even took a few photos of you in the beautiful lobby.

Damn, he was perfect. And even now, sitting in the car, you were ready to fall. Preferably onto his thighs. Preferably right now.

"I think I could thank you."

Oh, hell, did you really say that?

The words were out of your mouth before you realized how double-edged they sounded. And for a second, for that quarter of a moment when his face didn't show anything, you thought you'd crossed the line. That maybe you'd been too hasty, and he didn't feel the same desire you had since he turned sideways and you noticed the veins bulging in his neck.

But then he smiled. A predatory, seductive smile touched his lips, and you had to squeeze your thighs together to calm the throbbing.

"I only have two preferences." He said, taking your wrist and turning your palm towards him. "These are to bite." Your fingers touched his biceps, covered in the fabric of his turtleneck. "These are to ride." And then you felt the steel-like strength of his thighs.

Fuck the bed, his car would do just fine.