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“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled and handed her the antiseptic. She sprayed the damaged skin, then brought his hand closer to her mouth and blew on the wound.
A choked sound escaped him and she glanced up, saw all the want and desire swirling in his gaze. Her body went on high alert, nipples tightening even more and her skin went hot and shivery with need. They stared at each other silently, and her breathing accelerated.
So did his.
“This is crazy,” he whispered, exhaling loudly. “I don’t even know you.”
It must’ve been the beer or the look in his eyes, she didn’t know, but she brought his hand to her mouth and carefully kissed his knuckles. “Does that make it better?”
He shook his head and wrapped his fingers around hers, yanking her closer to him. “No. But this will.”
He kissed her. And not some wimpy, tentative kiss either. No, it was hot. Deep. Wet. His tongue thrust between her parted lips and swept inside her mouth with sensual efficiency before tangling with hers. She couldn’t contain the moan that escaped her and he groaned in response, pulling her closer but the stupid console was like a wall between them.
So he did what any he-man with bulging muscles would do—lifted her up and over the console so she was sprawled across his lap. She straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck. Their mouths were fused, their bodies as close as they could get to each other and yeah, the steering wheel dug into her back and it was totally cramped but…
It was also totally awesome. Like her every teenage dream come true. She’d always wanted to be one of those girls the hot guys in school took parking by the lake. She’d grown up in a small town and had never been one to draw much attention from the boys. Half the time her irrational seventeen-year-old self had wanted the sleazy do-anyone reputation rather than be invisible.
With Evan, she didn’t feel invisible. He was wrapped around her, kissing her, his hands wandering all over and she sunk her fingers into his short, thick hair, clutching him tight. She swore she felt the brush of his erection beneath the denim of his jeans and she lowered her hips, ground against him in the subtlest of movements.
He groaned against her mouth and his hands gripped her butt, pushing her closer.
Oh, God. Would they do it right here in his truck? Would he think her too easy if she happily caved? Would she finally earn that sleazy do-anyone reputation she’d yearned for oh, so long ago?
She pulled back, desperate to catch her breath, her thoughts. Her head buzzed, her ears rung and her entire body vibrated from his touch, the magic of his lips. He stared at her, equally out of breath, his lips swollen and damp, his hair a mess from her tugging hands despite how short it was. His lids were heavy, his eyes smoldered with unrestrained lust and an answering call clenched deep within her.
“We fogged up the windows.” She didn’t know what else to say.
He glanced about the cab of the truck and chuckled. “We did.” He pushed the open cardigan from her shoulder, his fingers slipping beneath the spaghetti strap of her tank top. “How’s your shoulder?”
Her breath hitched in her throat when he skimmed her skin gently. The tank had one of those shelf bras since she wasn’t the most abundantly endowed person and could get away with wearing it. “F-fine.”
He smiled, his gaze locked on his traveling fingers. If he went any lower…
“Are you comfortable?”
“Not really,” she confessed.
He out and out laughed, his fingers resting on the very top of her breast. “This is insane.”
“You already said that.”
“Ah.” His voice lowered. “Your skin is so soft.” Goose bumps dotted her skin by his words alone and he traced them. “I don’t normally maul women in my truck. I’m usually much more considerate.”
“I don’t normally throw myself at men in their trucks either.” She nibbled on her lower lip, her entire being focused on his index finger drifting down, tugging her tank top with it, exposing her flesh inch by excruciating inch. “I don’t want you to think I’m…”
“Easy?” His lids lifted, a sweep of thick, black eyelashes and she stared into his eyes, momentarily lost. How could she feel so connected to a man she didn’t even know? “I think this is something we can’t fight.”
“Wh-what do you think it is?” He was making her stutter, and she was never one without words. Well, almost. When confronted by a too handsome man, then maybe she stuttered a little bit. Or when blind dates went shockingly bad, maybe she didn’t say anything at all.
“Chemistry.” He tugged her tank down harder and exposed her left breast. “Fate.”
Morgan’s pert, rosy nipple was too difficult to resist. Leaning in, Evan breathed over her skin, watching with smug satisfaction as gooseflesh rose in response. Her nipple hardened even more, pink and small and so pretty his mouth watered.
Just one taste…
He circled her nipple, slow and easy, his index finger catching on her skin. She was impossibly soft, incredibly responsive and her accelerated breathing was doing things to him, things he’d never experienced before. Inside, nerves and lust rioted at equal measure and he had to restrain from going completely caveman on her.
He wanted to take his time. He also wanted to rush it and plunge deep inside her. Wanted to know what it was like, to have her most intimate flesh clutch tight around him, driving him on, driving him crazy until he came so hard he fucking saw stars.
