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career is important. I have some good friends.”
    “You didn’t mention skydiving as a hobby. Or zip lining.”
    She choked. “Um. No.” A thrill ran through her at the thought of zip lining. But that would be crazy.
    “Or sex, drugs, and rock and roll.”
    She tried not to wince.
    “Oh wait, you did say you like all kinds of music.” Their eyes met. “And I get the feeling you like sex.”
    She blinked slowly. “What gives you that idea?”
    “Babe.” He slid his hand around the nape of her neck and into her hair. “Nobody kisses like that who doesn’t enjoy sex. You are sex on wheels.”
    She swallowed, her tummy doing a little flip of lust. Again. His fingers in her hair had sensation rippling down her body. And the way he looked at her… Their gazes caught and held. Temptation. Heat rippled through her when his gaze lowered to her mouth as if he was thinking about more kissing. And her lips parted in unconscious invitation.
    He bent his head and their mouths met again.
    Oh yeah. She did like sex. She liked it a lot. And she had a feeling she’d like it even more with him.
    His mouth moved on hers, slow and sensual. His fingers trailed down the side of her neck to her shoulder, pausing to stroke over her throat. And then his hand moved lower still, beneath the blanket he’d tossed over them, excruciatingly slowly. Her breast swelled and ached, longing for his touch, and finally his hand closed over it and squeezed, so gently. She let out of a long moan of pleasure, conscious of the need to keep it quiet.
    “Sssh,” he whispered against her lips. “Mallory, you feel so good.”
    He gently kneaded one breast then the other as he kissed her again, kisses that grew hotter, more urgent, demanding. Their tongues tangled. He bit gently on her bottom lip then drew his tongue over the sting.
    The ache between her legs deepened into sharp need, pulsing with the same beat of her heart. She lifted a hand and laid it on his shoulder, holding on to him as desire swept her away.
    It was as if he had some sexual power that enthralled her, making her do this when she knew it was so depraved, so wanton, sitting here making out in the airport. And again, so torturous, since they couldn’t do much more than make out.
    His hand on her breast wickedly caressed her, arousal building inside her like a wildfire. His mouth brushed one corner of her mouth, her cheek, laid a series of open-mouthed kisses along her jaw then nuzzled the side of her neck. Tension coiled deep inside her, wild and fiery. His mouth opened on the skin of her neck and gently sucked while his hand found its way beneath her sweater, up to her breast where his fingertips found bare skin at the lacy edge of her bra. Delving into the low-cut lace cup, he found her nipple.
    She drew in a sharp breath as she felt the tug of his fingers on her nipple as if he’d touched her pussy. She clenched her inner thighs on the throbbing there and whimpered.
    She couldn’t resist a glance over his shoulder at the rest of the waiting area. And caught the eye of a woman sitting near the concourse. The woman quickly dropped her gaze.
    She’d been watching them.
    She knew what they were doing.
    “No one can see,” he murmured. “We’re under the blanket. They only know we’re kissing, if they’re even looking.”
    “Someone’s looking. Watching us.”
    “Ignore them. If they want to watch us kiss, let them. Nothing wrong with kissing.”
    “This is so bad.” She gripped his big shoulder and moaned again. “Don’t make me do this.”
    “Make you?” He smiled against her throat. “Seriously?” He shifted their positions and then his hand left her breast and slid down between her legs. He cupped her pussy through her pants and even she could feel the pulsing there against his palm. “You want to come, don’t you?”
    She let her head fall back onto his shoulder and bit her lip. God, yes. She wanted to come. She could cry with the need to come. How far was she