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Despite his grim expression, she was pretty sure he liked what he saw. She cocked her hip and arched her back a little, just in case he'd missed the way the knotted bodice of her dress showcased the curves of her breasts.
His breath hitched as his booted feet shifted in the gravel. "I, uh," he cleared his throat. "I wanted to apologize."
"What in the world for?'
"You know exactly what for. I shouldn't have kissed you the other night. It was totally inappropriate. I feel like we've become closer friends, and I'm sorry if I messed that up by making you uncomfortable."
A smile pulled at her lips as she pushed away from the car, closing the distance between them. "I wouldn't say you made me uncomfortable, exactly."
She could hear the sharp intake of his breath, see the way the muscles of his shoulders and arms tensed beneath the fabric of his shirt.
"In any case, it wasn't okay, especially since you're working for me."
"But JT," she took yet another step closer, "you said the other night, I'm not exactly an employee, so I don't see how those rules apply."
His tongue swept across his lips and he opened his mouth to reply.
She pressed her hand against his chest, silencing him. Against her palm she could feel the rapid thrum of his heart and wondered if he could hear her own pounding against her ribcage. "Before you say anything else, let me ask you something."
He gave her a curt nod and swallowed heavily.
"Did you like it?"
"I don't see what that has to do with anything."
"Did. You. Like. It?"
He sighed heavily and gave his head a defeated shake. "Of course I liked it, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea for us—"
Rising up on her tiptoes, she pressed her forefinger against his lips.
"JT? Shut up."
Chapter 9
JT didn't know who closed the last few inches between them, but the next thing he knew his mouth was on hers, open, hot as his tongue slid between her lips. He groaned as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and tangled it with her own. His hat dropped from his fingers and he splayed his hand against her back, pulling her close until he could feel the soft weight of her breasts against his chest.
He backed her against her car, his breath coming in short, heavy, pants as he settled his groin against the softness of her belly. Her arms wrapped around him and her hands swept up his back, then down until she was cradling his butt.
His already hard cock surged behind his fly as she cupped his ass and pulled him closer. He slid one hand over the curve of her hip, then lower. He caught the back of her knee in one hand and hitched it over his hip. His palm slid up the warm, smooth skin of her thigh. She pressed herself closer, grinding herself against him until he could feel the heat of her arousal through the fabric of his jeans.
Holy fuck. He was fooling around with Colleen Murphy. The girl who had starred in almost all his teenage fantasies, was in his arms, kissing him like her life depended on it.
Christ, his imagination—no matter how active—could have never done this justice. He'd never been able to imagine how silky smooth her skin would feel against his hands, how delicious she would taste, how she would make those sexy little sounds in the back of her throat when his hand slid up her ribcage to cup her breast.
Her nipple was hard beneath the fabric of her dress. He flicked it with his thumb. A little shudder rippled through her and she made another one of those sounds in the back of her throat. His mouth trailed hot kisses down her throat as he cupped and squeezed, his thumb circling the taut bud.
His mouth watered, craving the taste of her. He tugged her dress and the cup of her bra aside. She gasped as the cool night air hit her sensitive flesh. Christ, she was beautiful, all pale skin, her nipple dark in the shadowy light. He bent his head, his groan echoing hers as he sucked her nipple firmly between his lips.
Her hand cupped his scalp, her fingers tunneling in his hair as she arched closer, her body wordlessly begging for more.
He sucked, licked, nipped, determined to give her everything she wanted and more. He tugged the other side of her dress down to give her other breast the same attention as one hand slid down the front of her dress. Down the plane of her stomach until it was pressed between her thighs. He cupped her with his fingers, feeling her heat, making her squirm against the palm of his hand.
He needed more, needed to feel her. He reached down and tugged the hem of her dress up her thighs. Needed to feel her hot and wet against his fingers, against his tongue, against his—
"Come on, guys let's go down to the fire pit." The voice calling out—he wasn't sure whose, probably one of the wranglers—startled him enough to remind him exactly where he was.
And what he was about to do.
