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He noticed she didn’t protest the action, just the location, and he pressed a little harder. “As I recall, I’m the experienced partner here, and you’re the virgin. You’re either going to have in trust me with this body stuff or our arrangement isn’t going to work out.”
He almost felt sorry for her as he watched her sense of propriety do battle with that traitorous vein of sexuality she couldn’t quite control. She was thinking so hard, he could practically hear her brain cells zing, and he waited for her lips to purse up so she could tell him to go to the devil. Instead, she took an unsteady breath.
When her gaze darted around the parking lot, he knew he had her. He felt a rush of emotions—pleasure, mirth, and a queer sort of tenderness. In that moment he made a vow to himself that he’d never do anything to violate her trust. The uneasy knowledge of who was paying her salary flicked through his mind, but he resolutely pushed it aside to lean down and kiss one cheek, while he cupped the other in his palm and whispered, “Go on, honey. Do what I tell you.”
For a moment she didn’t move, and then he felt the flutter of her hands between her chest and his.
Her voice was husky. “I—I feel silly.”
He smiled against her cheek. “I’m the one who’s going to do the feelin’ here.”
“This just seems so . . . naughty.”
“Oh, it is. Now open up.”
Once again her hands moved between their bodies.
“Is it open all the way?” he asked.
“Y—yes.”
“That’s good. Put your arms around my neck.”
She did as he requested. The sides of the vest brushed over the backs of his hands as he pushed them apart and felt the warmth of her bare breasts through his lavender silk shirt. Once again, he whispered in her ear.
“Unzip your jeans.”
She didn’t move. Not that he was surprised. He’d already managed to push her farther than he’d expected. He’d also gotten so worked up himself by their sex play that he was in danger of forgetting this was a game.
He uttered a soft groan as her body brushed against his. She stood on her tiptoes. He felt her check graze his jaw and heard her soft murmur.
“You first.”
He nearly exploded. Before he could react, however, two men came stumbling around the side of the parking lot, arguing loudly with each other.
Every muscle in her body went rigid.
“Shhh . . .” He pushed her gently back against the building, shielding her with his body. Opening his thighs, he caught her legs between his and pressed his lips to her ear. “We’ll just make out for a little bit ‘til they go away. Would you like that?”
She tilted up her face. “Oh, yes.”
Despite the agonizing pressure in his jeans, he wanted to smile at her lack of artifice, but he knew she wouldn’t understand, so he controlled himself. Bending his head, he touched his mouth to hers, shielding their faces with the brim of his hat. Her lips remained tightly closed, and he decided there was something infinitely exciting about kissing a woman who didn’t try to shove her tongue down his throat before he’d even had a chance to figure out whether he wanted it there or not.
He definitely wanted Gracie’s tongue, however, which meant he had to do his best to bring out her adventurous side. With infinite patience, he coaxed her lips open. Her arms tightened around his neck, and the very tip of her tongue quivered like a tiny bird at the threshold of his mouth. She was so wrapped up in what was happening with their tongues that he didn’t want to distract her by exploring those naked little breasts nestled so enticingly against his chest, so he did his best to push away the memory of the way they’d looked with trickles of ice cream running down their slopes and the small nipples puckered in tight, hard buds.
The memory almost pushed him over the edge, and he shoved his hips hard against hers. His aggressiveness didn’t scare her one bit. Instead of trying to back away, she rubbed against him like a hot little kitten waiting to be scratched.
Right then and there he knew he wasn’t nearly as much in charge as he wanted to be. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she began making sweet moaning sounds deep in her throat. Every muscle in his body had grown taut and his heart was slamming against his ribs. He was so hard he throbbed, and he wanted her with an urgency that scared the hell out of him.
He dimly realized the intruders in the parking lot had disappeared and he couldn’t restrain himself a moment longer. Grasping the arms that were encircling his neck, he eased her far enough away from him so that he could look down at her breasts. They glimmered in the night shadows, and the small nipples pebbled as he gazed at her. Releasing her arms, he brushed the tips with his thumbs. She leaned back against the building, head to the side, eyes closed.
He dipped his head to suckle her. Her nipples stabbed at his tongue, hard little points aggressively demanding his attention. He drew them into his mouth, raked them with his tongue, sucked hard and long. At the same time, he clutched her hips and ground himself against her, treating her far more roughly than he’d intended, but it felt so good, so damned good, and the sounds of her throaty moans in his ears threatened to push him right over the edge. He slipped his fingers between her legs, against the denim seam, and knew he had to bury himself hard and deep inside her before he exploded.
He grabbed the waistband of her jeans in his fists. Jerked at the snap.
“Bobby Tom . . .” She sobbed his name and his hands froze as he realized he’d scared her.
“Hurry,” she pleaded. “Please hurry.”
