It was time to put all her cards on the table. She was tired of thinking and not doing anything about it. “No. Actually, I was thinking about sex.”

She could have laughed at his stunned expression. He looked around. “I don’t think we’re going to get into my sex life in this interview.”

Now she did laugh. “Uh, no. That wasn’t exactly what I was thinking about. It was more about—” Now she looked around, then leaned next to him. “You and me having sex.”

Trevor signaled for Lauren. When she hurried over, he said, “We need the check. Now.”

Chapter Thirteen

“YOU PICKED A HELL OF A TIME TO BRING UP HAVING sex, Haven,” Trevor said, his fingers in a death grip on the steering wheel as he drove the highway toward his house. “I might crash the damn car.”

She laughed. “You will not. And I didn’t mean we need to have sex right now. I was just . . . pondering.”

He shot her a quick glance before turning his gaze firmly back to the bridge. “Well, now the idea is in my head. So you need to decide if that’s what you want.”

“Of course it’s what I want. That’s why I was thinking about it. But we can talk about it, if you’d like.”

“This is going to be the longest drive I’ve ever taken. And I don’t want to talk about it. I definitely want to have sex with you. Unless you have reservations.”

“I do have reservations. We’re working together. If we have sex, it could compromise our working relationship.”

“You think I won’t take you seriously as a journalist if I f**k you.”

She appreciated how blunt he was. Also, him just saying the words out loud made her body go up in flames. “Yes.”

“One doesn’t have anything to do with the other. We’re doing an interview together. What we do during our off time is irrelevant. You’re still contracted to ask me questions, follow me around, and do the bio.”

“That’s true.”

“And I’m contracted to answer your questions—at least the ones I feel like answering.”

She laughed. “So I’ve noticed.”

He reached across the center console and laid his hand on her leg. The heat of his touch sent a shock wave of sensation through her body. “Don’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing, Haven.”

She laid her hand over his. “If I weren’t comfortable, Trevor, I wouldn’t have brought it up. I want this. I want you.”

She heard his deep intake of breath.

“I want you, too.”

“Then let’s do this.”

He pressed down on the gas pedal and her lips curved into a smile.

“Try not to get a speeding ticket, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

In twenty minutes, they pulled into his driveway. Haven unbuckled her seat belt and reached for the handle of the door.

“Just . . . wait,” Trevor said.

She did, surprised when he came over to her side of the car. He opened the door, reached for her hand, and pulled her from the car. When he shut the door, she only had a second to take a breath before he cupped the side of her neck, wrapped his arm around her waist, and tugged her close.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since you got here.”

His lips covered hers in a kiss that devastated her senses, turning her world haywire.

It was a soft, exploratory kiss, unbalancing her. Trevor brushed his lips back and forth across hers, and when the tip of his tongue flicked against her mouth, she opened, giving him entrance.

He tasted like after-dinner mints and delicious, hot promise. His mouth was soft and yet hard, masculine. Arousal flamed to life and pulsed a steady beat throughout her body, making her aware of every part of her body—and of Trevor’s as well.

He backed her against the car, his body pressing into hers. She felt every inch of hard muscle as he moved against her, cupping her butt to pull her closer to the raging heat that seemed to pour off him until she wasn’t sure if it was her, him, or the car.

But judging from her moans and his groans, she was pretty sure the two of them generated a lot more heat than the vehicle. And when he tore his lips from hers and murmured something about moving this inside, she had no objection, just followed mutely along like she was living in some kind of dream.

Maybe this was a dream, because she’d definitely fantasized about doing this with him for a long time.

Trevor certainly hadn’t disappointed. That first kiss, if she’d been wearing socks, would have knocked them clear off. It was everything she’d ever thought it would be, and so much more.