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Then he’d shut the door and drive her home.
He slid his fingers under the hem of her dress up her satiny thighs. The dome light threw most of her face in shadow save for her shiny lips, which opened with an audible sigh. When he got to the top, he traced the back of his hands along her belly then made a return trip down the muscled flesh. He raked his nails down the outsides of her legs, then drew her knees together and spun her to face forward in the seat.
Borrowing every breathing exercise he’d learned, he made it to the back of the truck where he curled his fingers over the flatbed door. Randy as a teen and twice as hard was his constant state of being around this woman.
But he had to bide his time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually wanted more than a single night with a woman, so he had to be sure not to scare her off. Izzy held a lot of firsts for him.
He walked around to the driver side and got into the truck. The trip was silent, as if neither one of them were sure what to say to the other.
“Where’s your place?”
“The bookstore.”
“You live there, too?”
“There’s an apartment on the third floor.”
He glanced at her. “And that’s enough for you?”
Her teeth gleamed in the low light. “More than enough.”
The tall windows of her brownstone came into view, and he pulled over to park. “It really is a great place.”
“Thanks. We like it.” She opened her door and turned to him. “Thanks for…well, everything tonight.” She leaned across the bench seat and kissed his cheek.
He curled his arm around her waist and drew her across the seat into him. There was no way he was ending this night on a chaste kiss. Not when he wanted to make sure there would be a tomorrow. He wanted this night to be as memorable as possible, so she wouldn’t find a way to wiggle out of seeing him again.
Frustration, lust, and hope were his driving emotions. He poured all of them into the kiss. And when she returned it beat for beat, he demanded more. He kissed her until there wasn’t any oxygen left in the cab of the truck.
When her fingers crept up his neck to the longer strands of his hair, her grip turned feral. He broke the kiss and panted in her mouth. “Let me come upstairs.”
She made that little groan-moan thing he was becoming addicted to.
Playing fair wasn’t in his vocabulary. Not about this. Not about her. He dropped his mouth to her shoulder and scraped his teeth over the warm skin, then moved over to her breast. Unencumbered, he found her nipple easily. It burned against his tongue before he closed his teeth over the tip.
He flipped the steering wheel up and hauled her onto his lap. Digging fingers into her hips, he groaned when her warmth surrounded his hard-on through his dress pants.
“I can’t.”
“Then let me have this. Then I’ll go.” He lowered his hand to the base of her spine and surged beneath her. She was so goddamn wet and right there. He could just open his fly and be inside that tight, fisting warmth again.
He growled out her name and focused his efforts on her breasts before him. He sucked them through the material, using the friction of the cotton to make her cry out with each bite of his teeth and swipe of his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rode him.
Sweat dripped between them, and the scent of her excitement dragged him into a place where there was nothing more important than feeling this woman come apart around him. Her hips undulated against his cock. She went from a fluid, rolling cry to a frozen gasp.
Logan gripped the back of her neck and swallowed her shuddering sigh. She tried to reel away from him like earlier that night, but he held on, banding his other arm around her back. She collapsed against him, her whole body trembling.
“Fuck.” He breathed against her neck and held her tight. “Fuck,” he said again and dragged her mouth back to his. This woman destroyed him.
Finally, her shudders drifted into even breaths with an occasional hiccup. She pressed her forehead to his. “Is there real estate available in Orgasmlandia? I’m moving there. It will be my permanent zip code. Screw it, no forwarding address. Just you and me and all of the naked time we can handle.”
He groaned.
She traced his lower lip with her finger. “I’ll even let you play an occasional show. We have to make sure those fingers stay flexible.”
He laughed and bit the tip of her finger. Amazed that he could find humor in anything when his balls were this fucking blue. “I like this town. Let’s go upstairs and design our house.”
She rolled her hips and they both groaned. “I would like nothing more than to do that, but if I took you upstairs, the entire town would know by morning.” She leaned back against the steering wheel. “Not exactly the most inconspicuous truck.”
