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felt the solid weight of his chest against
her breasts, the pressure of his erection pushing against her. “Intend to do
what?”
    “Kiss you.” His eyes glinted in the moonlit night and stayed firmly on
hers. “You might even be inclined to kiss me back.”
    Lissa swallowed again as her throat went dry. Then his mouth touched
hers, and he all but stole her breath away.
    His kiss was exactly like him. Determined. Arrogant. Confident. Hot. And
with that first touch she went up like a flame.
    He kept his hands on her arms, while her hands traveled around his back.
He was as solid as the rock surrounding them, his muscles hard and strong, as
was the erection he pushed against her.
    He deepened the kiss. Or maybe she did. But she felt her back hit the
car as his body pressed harder against hers. It was difficult to breathe, to
think. So she gave herself up to the moment.
    When Reed drew back, he licked his lips. “You taste so fucking good.”
    Lissa snatched in a few deep breaths. “So do you.”
    He slid his hands slowly down her arms, watching her as he reached
beneath her jacket and tugged her tee shirt from the waistband of her skirt.
    Lissa kept her hands on his arms, wanting to stop him, but wanting to
feel his touch on her bare flesh. While she headily deliberated, his fingers
slid over her waist and up her ribcage where they nudged the lower edges of her
bra.
    Still he watched her with those steadily glinting eyes.
    She jerked at the feel of his fingers against the lower edge of her bra
cups, then gasped as his thumbs rubbed across her hardened nipples.  
    “I wondered,” he said in a voice so low it was almost intoxicating.
“After that one glimpse of lace, I wondered. I knew your breasts would be plump
and ripe, knew they’d fill my hands as if they’d been made for that very
purpose.”
    While he continued to torture her nipples through the lace, he kissed
her neck. Lissa closed her eyes and let her head fall back. “You’re so bloody
arrogant,” she said with little conviction. “You think everything exists for
your pleasure.”
    “Right now you’re all the pleasure I want.” He made her moan as he bit
softly into her neck. “I want to fuck you. Right here. I want to drive my cock
so far inside you, that I’ll be the only pleasure you’ll ever want.”
    Right then he was. And for the second time in her life Lissa considered throwing
caution to the wind, letting her sexual urges take over. Her second dalliance
with adventure. Her second reckless fling. Did that make her a slut?
    No. And it was about time she stopped berating herself for indulging in
what was a natural enough desire for a healthy twenty-five-year-old woman.
    Besides, this time it was different. This time she knew his name. She
knew what he did for a living. What car he drove. She even knew he could
command the best tables in restaurants.
    Since he kept caressing her breast with that slow hypnotic touch, she
didn’t realize that his other hand had crept down and he was now hitching up
her skirt. She felt the night air stroke her thigh and then his fingers did the
same. He edged his way up, still subjecting her to the soft, easy slide of his
mouth along her neck.
    She jerked as his fingers slid beneath the bottom edge of her panties,
moving dangerously close to where her pussy burned for his touch.
    When he brushed his fingertips against her slit, he groaned into her neck.
“Damn. You’re like a fucking inferno. Is this for me? Are you hot for me?”
    Her own hands reached for his waist. “You know I am.”
    She started to tug at his shirt, but he moved back a little. His eyes
stayed on hers while he drew her skirt up to her waist and began pulling down
her panties.
    Panic rose in her throat. “You’re not planning on doing it here, are
you?”
    “It’s dark. We’re set back from the road. And I can’t wait another
minute to be inside you.” Her panties fell to her thighs and he reached down to
tug them all the way off.