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“You can be arrogant, you know,” she told him as the hollow sound of her heels clicked against the paved parking lot.
“Really?” he drawled. “And here I thought I was being amazingly considerate. After all, I didn’t throw you over my shoulder this time. ”
Her stomach tightened, her breasts felt fuller, swollen and sensitive at the implication in his tone.
“I can’t just go running off whenever you’re in the mood to drag me out of the bar, Zeke,” she couldn’t help but to argue. “Do I interrupt your day like this?”
“Just on a regular basis,” he grunted as she caught sight of the big red pickup he drove parked at the edge of the lot.
“In your dreams,” she retorted. “Tomorrow, I’m showing up at your office, locking the door, and interrupting you. You’ll see what I mean. ”
“You’ll see what my desk feels like against your naked back,” he said, his voice rougher as he pulled her around and pressed her against his truck. “Damn you, Rogue, one damned taste of you and you’re like a fucking narcotic I can’t get enough of. ”
His head lowered, his lips shocked hers, parted them, and made room for his tongue to slip past.
Holding on to him now was all that mattered. Her fingers gripped his head, her lips moved beneath his, her heart raced in her chest.
What was it about him? What made her crave him to the point that nothing mattered but his kiss, his touch? She had missed him, she’d ached for him. She hadn’t realized how much she needed the comfort of his touch until he was there, holding her, his hands on her ass, lifting her against his chest as her arms wrapped around his neck.
“Zeke,” she whispered his name, desperation clawing at her as his lips moved from hers to her neck. They caressed as his evening beard scraped against the flesh just under her jaw.
His teeth nipped at her, his tongue licked.
“I need you. ” She let her tongue flicker over his ear as her legs bent to grip his thighs, her skirt lifting, her sex cushioning the heavy impression of his cock beneath his jeans.
“Damn you. ” His fingers threaded in her hair, tugged, and sent heated fingers of sensation to curl over her scalp as he pulled her head back.
His lips met hers again. His kiss was hungry, devouring. It worked over her lips as his tongue stroked past them, thrusting against hers before retreating, only to return again.
It was a hungry, desperate kiss. It was a kiss that fed the hope inside her, a hope that had been so fragile she had refused to even acknowledge it. A hope this need he had for her was more than physical. That emotion fueled him just as much as lust. That he might care for her. That he might need her in the ways she needed him.
Admitting she was falling in love with him wasn’t easy. Letting herself acknowledge that she no longer had control over those emotions was frightening.
Almost as frightening as realizing she had no control over her response to him. She was losing herself in his touch, in his kiss, in his hunger for her. Losing herself to the point that he could take her right there, under the lights that blazed overhead, against the warm metal of his pickup truck, and she wouldn’t offer the first protest. She would revel in the pleasure and the heat he filled her with instead.
“You’re stealing my mind,” he groaned as his lips lifted. She tried to follow, tried to retain the hunger and need she could feel pouring out of him.
“I haven’t given you permission to stop,” she whimpered. “Come back here. ”
She received a rough chuckle in reply, but still he steadied her back on her feet before shifting away from her.
Damn him. She wanted more than one of his little tease-fests.
“Come on, get in. ” He opened the passenger side door and lifted her into the seat before she could attempt to navigate the running board that ran down the side of the cab.
“Where am I going?” Her lips quirked as she stared back at him, amazed once again that somehow, there was something developing between them. She wasn’t certain what it was, but it was something. Something more than sex, but perhaps something less than emotion.
“For a ride. ” He reached out, touched her cheek with his fingertips, and caressed the line of her jaw with his thumb. “We need to talk. ”
He backed away before she could reply, shifted her legs into the truck, then closed the door, all without saying another word.
Rogue blew out a hard breath as she watched him move around the front of the truck.
Hard-bodied, graceful in that predatory kind of way, dressed in jeans, a dark cotton shirt, and boots. Damn, he made her mouth water. He made her heart ache.
He made her realize all the dreams she had never known she had. Dreams of being more to him perhaps than just his current little pillow mate.
Which was amazingly funny actually. It wasn’t as though he had so much as taken her out to a burger joint, let alone anything resembling something as public as a date. God forbid he would do anything so juvenile at his age.
