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Fuck! Maybeheneeded to walk to that clump of brush and wait until his cock went back to a normal size.
She strode the last few steps, barreling right up to him, a fiery look in her eyes that made him step back because he got the feeling she might throw herself right into his arms.
Which would feel goddamn amazing. The woman was all sweet and heat and everything forbidden in between.
She came to a stop in front of him and held up a tiny, sharp object. He extended a hand, and she dropped a straight pin on his palm.
“You carry around pins?”
“It’s from a man’s dress shirt.”
He snapped his head up. “What man?”
She stared back for a long heartbeat. “Oh. There is no man. I just bought a men’s dress shirt because they look cute worn over bra tops.”
“Bra—” The word came out strangled, and he clamped his fingers around the pin, impaling himself. With a swallowed grunt at the sting, he peeled his hand open and used the pin to pop the SIM card out of the device while thoughts of Lark in a bra top looped through his brain.
What was it about her? Not to blow his own trumpet, but he was normally really sharp. He hadn’t survived this long without being somewhat savvy, but around her? He became an idiot.
The woman had him completely unhinged.
When he had the card out of the phone, Lark swiped it out of his palm. Then she stowed it in the front pocket of her shorts.
His cock head pushed higher against his fly at the thought of how the plastic would nestle against her body, warm and safe.
Jee-zus. He had to get a grip.
“Can you back the truck up here so I can load the bomb in?” He had to ask himself if he just wanted to see her jog again. But he shook himself and focused on her face.
Which was as much of a mistake because of the way she was looking at him. Long lashes dipped over her blazing eyes like she’d just had her third orgasm of the night and couldn’t think straight.
One more thought like that and the mushroomed head of his cock would pop over the waist of his jeans. Then there would be no hiding what he thought of this stunning little beauty who had no business in his thoughts.
When he lowered his stare from hers to her mouth, he damn near let out the groan he was holding back, because the woman had her plump little lips twisted in a smile thatonlybelonged in the bedroom.
He inflated his chest to bursting. “Can you back up the truck?” he prompted her.
She had been standing so still that even the slightest movement of her body responding to his question made him far too aware. Her head tilted imperceptibly. A thick curl tumbled across her forehead.
She relaxed her mouth. “Sure thing.”
Then she almost knocked him to his knees by jogging back to the truck.
He’d seen a lot of women drivers. Pulled over and fined a fair few too. But to his astonishment, Lark could back up with all the skill of a country farmer backing up a horse trailer.
She came within the perfect distance from the bomb, making it easy for him to heft the thing into the bed. After strapping it down, they got on the road again.
While he navigated to the safehouse that Ross sent him, he tried not to notice Lark’s firm thighs. Or the way she crossed one over the other and relaxed back in the seat.
And he definitely wasn’t going to think about yanking her across the console to straddle his dick.
Suddenly, she let out a soft humming noise. It shot his cock to attention all over again and prickled the hair on his nape too.
It took him three throbbing seconds to realize she wasn’t making a sexy sound—she was humming the bars of a tune.
One more soft, throaty note and he’d come in his pants.
“We’re nearly there,” he bit out to stop her.
