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“Tucker!"
    "Mmm. We'll fuck until the sun comes up. Handcuffs, toys... I don't care.” He worked the rest of her tank top out of the hem of her skirt. “I love hearing my name on your lips."
    "Where are we?” She placed her hands flat on the hood of the car, her legs akimbo. “Won't someone see us?"
    "I own everything in a fifty acre radius. If someone's spying, they're also trespassing.” He skimmed her gauzy skirt up over her knees. Passion blazed in his eyes. “You are so damned sexy in cowboy boots. Come here."
    Megan scooted to the edge of the hood, the movement pulling up her skirt and exposing her legs to the lacy edge of her panties. Tucker kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers as he slipped the straps of her tank top and bra from her shoulders. The heat from his touch matched the fire in her blood. Her underwear dampened as he nuzzled the hollow of her throat.
    "Tucker,” she murmured.
    He raised his head and stared at her a moment. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful."
    She instinctively moved to repair the damage to her attire. He stilled her hands.
    "I like seeing you aroused. The primal look in your eyes. Your lips are a little swollen. Makes me hard as steel to know I made you so hot.” Tucker shoved the hem of the shirt up over her breasts and unclasped her bra. Her nipples beaded in the chilly air. Raw hunger flickered in the depths of his eyes. “I need to taste you."
    She had two choices—either push him away or let things keep going. With choice A, she'd demand he take her back to the race shop and forget anything ever happened. Then there was choice B—allow one last fantasy with him. Sex could be just sex, right? Tucker flicked his tongue over her nipple and moaned. A fresh rush of sensation flooded her core. Time for choice B...
    Releasing her nipple with a pop, Tucker then feasted on the other breast and slipped his hand down her stomach to the waistband of her panties. Megan sucked in a ragged breath and closed her eyes. Electric tingles danced on her skin and centred in her pussy.
    "Lay back, baby, and lift your hips."
    Megan reclined on the hood of the muscle car and opened her eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows. If was she going to do this, she wanted to see and feel everything. Tucker's lean muscles rippled as he tugged her underwear down her hips. The combined feeling of air on the slickness between her legs and the onslaught of emotions swirling around her heart made Megan shiver. He buried his nose in the rumpled lace before tucking her panties into his front pocket.
    She wanted to say something about needing her underwear, but the words fizzled the moment he smiled.
    "Let me take care of you.” He scooted her higher on the hood and swirled his tongue around her belly button. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. No man affected her like Tucker.
    Using two fingers, he parted her nether lips and caressed the sensitive skin. “So wet.” His kisses sank lower until he reached the apex of her sex. “Open for me, babe.” He eased her thighs farther apart and skimmed his tongue over her cleft.
    Her breath stuttered. “Tucker.” His name came out in a whisper laced with need.
    "So beautiful."
    His hand skimmed up her belly to her bared breasts, pinching her nipple hard as he laved her clit. Tremors racked her body. Every muscle in her being tightened. She bucked her hips in time with his licks. Relentless. Tucker Poston was indeed relentless. Her nails scratched at the paint as she scrambled for traction. Damn, it had been too long since she'd come.
    "Come for me.” His words vibrated along her labia. “Fall apart in my arms."
    She froze a moment. “I can't."
    Tucker blew warm breath over the tight bundle of nerves. “I'm right here. I'm all yours."
    The sentiment in his voice curled around her brain. With each lick, pull and whisper, she fell further and further into the old feelings. She hooked her ankles together, pressing him tighter to her core.
    "Yes, babe. Let it