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She cocked her head, a smile playing around her lips. “Maybe you should take my insurance info first. Writing down my digits after the deed might get awkward. This way you don’t have to get nervous that I’ll expect you to call.”
“No problem there. I can handle the paint jobs. To both cars,” he added. As anal as he was about car maintenance, even he couldn’t sleep with a woman then put in a claim to her insurance afterward.
“You work on cars?” The interest in her voice prompted him to snatch one of the business cards bookmarking the book on the nightstand. He handed it to her and her eyes widened. “Classic cars. Your own shop. Which makes my crashing into your sweet Chevelle even worse.”
“It’s okay.” He would’ve taken back the card, but she tucked it in her giant purse and shut the clasp. “Worked out all right so far, though we missed lunch.”
“I’m definitely hungry.”
He flicked a look toward the door that led to the kitchen. “I might have stuff for a sandwich.”
She walked her fingers up his belly, stirring all sorts of appetites that had nothing to do with food. “Not hungry for
a sandwich, Sam.”
He took a long breath. If he could’ve picked the ideal woman to have a one-afternoon stand with, Rory would’ve been the perfect choice. She made things so easy.
God, it had been forever since anything had been easy.
“Okay. Good.”
“Would you rather just go sit and talk?” His pained expression must’ve given him away because she laughed. “I’m fine with hanging out for a while. We’re both buzzy from the accident.”
Was that why he felt so electrified? “Wasn’t barely one. Just a bump.”
“Enough to get our hearts racing. That and the sunshine set the right conditions for some harmless feelings of attraction.” She shrugged. “Not surprising the rush turned into something else.”
She was giving him an out. Yes, adrenaline and excitement had carried him through the ride home and into the house. But now nerves were winning. And that small voice at the back of his mind that told him he shouldn’t bring anyone into his world, not when he’d likely lock them right out again afterward.
But she wasn’t asking for a lifetime commitment. They didn’t have to be any more to each other than they were right now. She knew the score. If they both found release and moved on without any hard feelings, what was the problem? Whether they attributed it to drive-by lust or the aftereffects of a fender bender didn’t really matter.
Thinking too much had gotten him into the stasis he’d lived in for over two years. He wanted out. Could even smell the scent of freedom beyond the barred gate inside his head. He just needed to reach for it.
“I’d rather not talk. Or hang out. If it’s all the same to you.” He cleared his throat. Kiss her, dolt.
Instead she stepped into him, tipping her face upward until their mouths brushed. Her soft lips heated under his, encouraging him to press his tongue against their parted seam. She made a sound of acquiescence, of excitement. The deeper he slid, the more she made the noise. Almost a purr. Carefully, he reached up to hold her head in his palms, tilting her so he could explore. She tasted like grape bubblegum. Sweet, a little wicked. A lot sexy.
This would be okay.
His heart was pounding so fast that eventually he had to break their kiss to breathe. Then he came back for the next round, using his thumb to stroke her lower lip while he licked the upper. Again that whimper in the back of her throat. His hard-on grew, straining against his well-worn jeans. If he hadn’t been afraid of scaring her, he would’ve tugged down the zipper to give himself room.
Then she did it for him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Rory went to her knees. She flipped the button of his jeans, yanked down the zipper and slid her hand into his briefs. He was so hard that his erection clung to his stomach but she drew him away, making that sound of appreciation again as she licked her lips. Damn, he liked that she made noise. Some women didn’t. At least he knew that Rory was enjoying herself, that he hadn’t screwed anything up yet. He widened his stance and let his head drop back, a low rumble leaving his throat when her wet mouth met the head of his cock in an erotic kiss.
She edged away and flashed him a provocative look. He went to stone, even harder than he’d been before. “Anything you don’t like, just let me know.”
Luckily she didn’t seem to expect an answer since speech had become a fantasy. She returned and trailed more kisses up and down his length. Her tongue joined in the action, moving in serpentine flicks, drawing forth the moisture she couldn’t seem to get enough of. He groaned again and fisted a hand in her hair, pushing her gently, wanting her so much that he feared he’d make her gag. But God, she felt good and it had been so long. His muscles tightened, ready to spring. His cock leaked freely into her throat, his excitement a liquid promise. The way he was feeling he could come like this and come inside her later—
And then his fingers tangled. A sharp tug and they would be loose. But he made the mistake of opening his eyes and glimpsed the glint of gold against her spiky black hair.
Christ, his ring was stuck. His wedding ring.
He inhaled, flexing his hips to prolong the pretense while he fought to shove his emotions back in line. Rory continued sucking him, her tongue sliding all over his flesh. But he couldn’t hold on to her hair and he couldn’t keep fucking her mouth, not when Dani was in his head.
It wasn’t fair to her. To either of them. He obviously wasn’t in the place to do this yet. And when he was—if he ever was—he’d take off his damn ring first.
“Rory.”
