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depths sent chills and fire through her veins.
    Tucker inched towards her, closing the gap slightly. “I never said I was smart."
    "You're one of the smartest people I know.” Megan shuffled backwards, halted only by the unforgiving metal of the car against her legs. Damn, she'd backed into the cars.
    Using his arms to cage her in, Tucker rested his body against hers and pinned her to the fender with his hips. “Then why did I run from the only woman I ever really loved? Why did I avoid her until she married another man?"
    She needed a joke. Something to dissolve the tension growing between them. Better yet, something to deflate the erection burrowing into her thigh. “You're into self-flagellation?"
    "Cute. I'd rather spank you .” He shifted his hips, rubbing his cock into the cleft of her thighs, right against her fabric-covered clit. She shivered and he nodded. “Feels good, doesn't it?” He swiped his tongue out over her bottom lip. Tease.
    "Tucker."
    "Why do I lay awake at night imagining you're with me, Megs, making love until dawn? Seeing you atop the hauler gives me a hard-on only you can ease. Seeing you smile melts the ice around my heart. Put the two together and I'm putty in your hands. I want to touch you, taste you, tie you up and make love to you."
    "You've been in one too many crashes with a loose helmet.” Megan wiped her cheeks. Trust him to say nice things when she wanted him to continue the jackass routine or fuck her senseless.
    "Nah, I'm bewitched by you. I want to see you bound to my bed, pleading with your eyes. I want to hear you cry my name."
    He kissed her again, but this time it wasn't a crushing urgent kiss like before. This kiss was the kind that meant business. His lips glided over hers as his tongue invaded her mouth. Megan moaned and Tucker pushed farther. She balled her fists and shoved them against his chest.
    "Bound? Bewitched?” she asked breathlessly. “Where'd you learn those lines?"
    One arm snaked around her waist while Tucker cupped the back of her neck with his other hand. He fused his lips to hers and the tingle shot from her mouth to her toes to her pussy. She whimpered and slid her hands into his back pockets. From breast to groin, he pressed against her. Megan fought the urge to rub against him and relieve the ache low in her belly. Holding back sounded less fun by the minute. When he broke contact, she gasped for breath.
    "Tucker, we can't do this."
    "I don't give a damn what anyone else has to say.” His erection jabbed into her belly. “I know what I want—and you're it.” Tucker nuzzled her neck, nipping and licking a path along the gold chain she wore. “And you're still wearing my necklace."
    "We can't do this because you work for me.” She clawed at his shoulders. For purchase? To push him away? Hell, she wasn't sure.
    "Season's almost over. November's here with two races and a bye week to go.” The gravel in his voice radiated to her core. “And you haven't said why you're wearing the teardrop."
    "I told you. It matched my skirt.” What a liar she was. “You can't prove I'm still interested."
    "Other than your wide eyes.” Tucker palmed her breast beneath the protection of his jacket and her cotton dress shirt. A groan vibrated in his throat as her nipples pebbled under the silky tank and the lace of her bra. “And the flush on your cheeks. But I can test my theory.” He rubbed his erection against her thigh. Megan gasped to catch her breath. “You respond to me, babe. You get the me no one else knows about.” His hands moved under her blouse, teasing the bare flesh of her stomach and sending pinpricks of sensation to every part of her body. “Damn this feels good,” he murmured. “You feel good."
    Tucker scooped her into his arms. “I don't want to stop until your bottom is rosy and you've come from my hand five times."
    "Just five?” Her voice sounded breathless and needy in her ears. She screeched as cool metal met bare skin.