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“I want to,” she said between kisses. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He pulled back, searching her eyes. Something wasn’t right. “What happened between the house and here?”

“I realized how desperately I want you. How long I’ve desperately wanted you.” And she kissed him again. Her hands slid down his torso and stroked his erection. His cock surged beneath her hand.

“Ah, Jesus.” He broke the kiss and grabbed her hand. “Baby, slow down. I want to take our time tonight.”

She pulled out of his grasp and snapped open the button on his jeans. “We have all night to go slow.”

His zipper went next, and her hand pushed into his jeans. The sensation of flesh on flesh made a groan roll from his throat.

“God, I love the feel of you.” She pushed his boxers out of the way just as she had the night before and drew his cock fully into her hand. A stroke, a tug, and Josh was on the edge.

He fisted his hands in the back of her dress. “Jesus, Grace… You make me crazy.”

“I’m shooting for insane.” And she lowered to her knees.

“Whoa…what…?”

Her mouth closed over the head of his cock and his throat closed around his words. One hand slapped back against her car for balance, the other gripped a handful of her shiny, silky hair. Pleasure sang down his spine, and his back arched, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. She opened and took him in with a hungry moan. The feel of all that soft, moist heat flooded his body with lust. Light exploded behind his closed eyelids. His brain grappled for traction. But her tongue stroked, her lips sucked, driving him into oblivion.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, dragging his length from her mouth. “Damn, that’s good.”

Way beyond good, but he had to preserve the few words he could manage. “Grace… We’re in a…parking lot…”

“It’s dark,” she said, her hand stroking his wet length.

He brought his other hand away from the car to cup her face. “Let’s go inside.”

She grinned up at him, and the wicked glint in her eye sprayed gasoline on his fire. “Afraid of getting caught?” She pulled his hand from her hair and closed his fingers around the door handle. “You always did love to play by the rules. Let’s check out the dark side…”

She took him deep in one long plunge. Pleasure spiked through his cock, up his back, down his legs. “Motherfucker.”

The possibility of being discovered added another thrilling layer to the erotic act, and her delicious hums of pleasure made him realize the taboo of public sex was jazzing her too.

And wasn’t that just fucking blistering hot?

But he needed more than physical pleasure with her. A lot more.

He released the door and gently eased her head back, drawing his length from her mouth. The sight of his cock sliding between her lips almost tipped him back over the edge. But he gripped her arms and pulled her to her feet.

“Baby…” he said, trying to catch his breath, “talk to me.”

Her brows pulled in a little crease and her lower lip pooched out in a maddeningly adorable display of disappointment. “What’s with you and talking? You never wanted to talk before.”

“Which is why I want to talk now. Not talking before kept us apart.”

She swayed into him, kissed his lips, then trailed kisses across his jaw and down his neck. “I really don’t want to talk, Josh. All I want you to know…” She tilted her head and started back up the other side of his neck. “Is that no matter what happens, I’ll always love you.”

A tingle of unease burned along his ribs. He gripped her jaw and drew her gaze to his. “Nothing’s going to happen.”

“Something always happens.”

“Not this time.” He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, yanked his jeans into place with the other, and started toward a side door. But a strange and new insecurity floated inside him now, the sensation of losing her when they’d finally just found each other again.

At his room, he pulled the key card from his wallet and faced the door. Grace slipped her arms around him from behind, pressed her body against his, laid her forehead to the indention of his spine, and just held him.

Josh unlocked the door and held it open with his foot, then turned and wrapped her in his arms. Sliding a hand beneath her hair, he lifted her mouth to his and kissed her as they made their way inside.

“God, I love the way you kiss,” he murmured against her lips. “Can’t get enough.”

“And I love the way you feel.” Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his T-shirt and stroked his belly and chest. “Can’t wait to get my hands on that body of yours.”