Merlin opened the door to the garage for Morgana and closed it behind them. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, waving his hand at the car.
“Are you?” she asked. He looked nervous.
“Maybe. Here, let me get the door.” He opened the drivers’ side door. Morgana got inside and he walked to the other side. As she sat, she flipped her hair and arched her back. Merlin’s mouth went dry. “Okay, I’m guessing you know the basics already.”
“Of course. This is the steering wheel and this is the radio.” She stretched out her arm to point, giving him a view of something inside her sleeveless shirt. Was it getting hot in here?
“Yessss. Now open the garage door—that button there. And put the key in the ignition; no, that hole there. Press the brake—the left pedal—and turn the key. No, to the right. Not too far! Okay, good. Put your foot on the accelerator—the right pedal, yes.” Her long, tanned leg stretched even further, causing her already short shorts to creep up a bit more. His shorts were getting tight.
He swallowed before trying to speak again. “Now put your hand on the gear shift—no, that’s not the—ohhhh. No, keep it there, that’s . . . We really shouldn’t . . . oh never mind. Just—ahhh—close the garage door and . . .”
“Can I shift this?” she asked coyly, moving her hand just so.
“Definitely,” he said before occupying both of their mouths for the duration.