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“I named her Sally,” I said, letting a smile spread over my face. “After the song.”
Her blank expression told me she had no idea whatMustang Sallywas. It wasn’t important.
“My grandpa had one of these.” She pulled the door closed behind her and started down the stairs.
I looked around and set the bottles down next to me. As I turned back to face the car, she’d reached the bottom step and was continuing toward the passenger side of the Mustang.
“I have so many good memories of riding in the back seat.” She moved to the back window and leaned over, peering in. “I was just four or five, and Grandpa would take me to the movies sometimes.”
“You can get in if you want,” I said. “The door’s unlocked.”
She stood and stared at me, and for a long moment, I was sure she’d decline and head back into the house. But she surprised me by tugging the door open and climbing in.
I looked around, deciding what to do next. Should I leave her alone with her memories or climb in and listen to her stories?
Before I could make a decision, my body pulled me in that direction. It was like a magnetic force was drawing me toward her. I wondered if she felt it too.
“I think his seats were red,” she said as soon as I opened the door. “Is that possible?”
I nodded, but I really had no idea. “The original color was white, and I think it went to a cream sort of white the next year. But he could have changed up the color.”
She ran her hand over the seat back in front of her and my cock sprang to life. I wanted her to run that hand over my bare skin. I wantedher. It was an attraction that almost knocked me over with its strength.
“Maybe it wasn’t the exact same car,” she said. “It was a classic Ford Mustang. That’s all I knew.”
“We can pull up some pictures of old Fords and see if you recognize anything,” I said.
She lowered her hand to her lap and turned to look at me then. There was a hint of sadness in her expression, and I got the feeling it was always there. I wanted to make those cornflower blue eyes sparkle and put a permanent smile on her face.
Sheesh. When had I gotten so ridiculously cheesy?
“I’d like that,” she said.
And then her gaze dropped to my mouth and her expression softened. The sadness seemed to lift slightly. She was thinking about kissing me. She was feeling that attraction too.
I’m not sure who moved first. All I knew was one second she was staring at my mouth and the next she was in my arms as our lips met in a slow, sweet, soul-searing kiss. I threaded my fingers through her hair at the side of her face, pushing it back as I gradually deepened the kiss.
When she sighed against my lips, my body took over. I slid my hand down her face to her jaw, then trailed my fingers down her neck. When I reached her sweater, I hesitated, telling myself to stop, but my fingers moved on their own. A groan escaped as I followed the steep curve of her breast, moving my fingers over where I could graze her nipple if only this sweater weren’t so thick.
“Shane,” she said.
My eyes popped open, and I pulled back. The word was not said in the throes of passion. No, she’d said my name more as an admonition.
But…was that a hint of regret in her tone?
“I’m…not that kind of girl,” she said.
Girl? She was far from a girl. She was all woman.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
I straightened, preparing to flee the car. That’s what I did when situations got a little too serious. I ran.
“No, it’s not that I don’t want to.” She reached out and put a hand on my forearm. Her touch seemed to go straight to my already aching cock. “I’m twenty-four, but I’m inexperienced.”
Inexperienced? What did that even mean? And why did it make me want her more, not less?
“I didn’t mean to?—”
