and willing to listen. So talk.”
Zane drew in a deep breath and blew it out. He broug ht his gaze up to meet hers and, lifting one hand, fingered her hair. “I’m afraid you’re going to end up hating me.”
The odd statement didn’t do anything to slow her speeding pulse or lessen her desire for this man.
“I could never hate you.” She raised her hand and laid it on his chest.
Zane lifted it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her palm. “God, I hope that’s true.”
“It is. You have to know that by now.” She tried to get closer, but the damn seatbelt kept her in place.
Blindly, she reached down and unhooked it. Once free from its confines, she leaned in, her face so near his she could hear every breath he took.
“Missy, we need to talk.” He said they had to talk, but his eyes dropped down to focus on her lips as his breathing quickened.
“Later.” She closed the distance between them until his mouth met hers.
Groaning, he palmed the back of her head and pulled her in tighter.
It was a real kiss, unlike the peck when he’d dropped her off after dinner, and she was ready for it. Missy reached up with both hands to cup his face. She rose onto her knees in the seat, getting as close as she could. It wasn’t easy given the limitations of the sports car’s tight interior and the bucket seats, but she did her best.
She angled her head as Zane kissed her deeper. Missy couldn’t help the sound of satisfaction that escaped her.
He pulled back just far enough to break the kiss. Cupping her face, he let out a breath that echoed her own feelings of frustration. Of lust unfulfilled. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Of course, h e was right. The roof of the convertible was down and anyone driving up would see them. Besides that, the sports car was obviously not built with lovers in mind. It was pretty confining.
“Maybe we should go to a hotel?”
Zane shook his head. “No, we definitely should not, for many reasons. The biggest one being Senator Greenwood’s single daughter can’t be seen checking into a hotel with a man in the middle of the night.”
“Then I guess we’re going to have to do this right here.”
He cocked one brow. “No.”
“Why not?”
“For one, we’re both getting a bit old to be having sex in a parked car.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” And she certainly was that, desperate to have this man after what felt like a lifetime of wanting him.
He smiled. “I love how you’re so easy.”
Insulted, Missy frowned. “Thanks.” Her sarcasm was clear in her tone.
Zane shook his head. “Relax. I meant easygoing.”
“Because I’ m willing to have sex with you in your car?” She shouldn’t be insulted, she supposed.
Missy was not only willing, she was more than ready. Hell, he could suggest they go pretty much anywhere and if the end result was her finally getting what she’d always wanted, that being Zane, she’d be happy to go.
“Because you’ll trade in your designer clothes and bags for cargo pants and military surplus to go to Africa for three months while all your friends are probably going to the Caribbean. Because when I called much too late tonight and suggested we go for a drive without any explanation, you came with me anyway without question. And yes, because if I lose my mind completely and start to think it might actually be a good idea to have sex with you, you’d be all right with that.”
She didn’t like how he was talking rather than kissing her.
Judging by that kiss , he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but it felt as if he was talking himself out of doing anything about it. She wasn’t about to let that happen. Not when she was this close to having what she’d imagined and dreamed of for years.
“Zane.”
“Yes.”
“ Kiss me.”
He didn’t, and that was her first indication there was definitely something wrong. He sighed and took her hand in his again. “We need to talk.”
Normally, she’d
Zane drew in a deep breath and blew it out. He broug ht his gaze up to meet hers and, lifting one hand, fingered her hair. “I’m afraid you’re going to end up hating me.”
The odd statement didn’t do anything to slow her speeding pulse or lessen her desire for this man.
“I could never hate you.” She raised her hand and laid it on his chest.
Zane lifted it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her palm. “God, I hope that’s true.”
“It is. You have to know that by now.” She tried to get closer, but the damn seatbelt kept her in place.
Blindly, she reached down and unhooked it. Once free from its confines, she leaned in, her face so near his she could hear every breath he took.
“Missy, we need to talk.” He said they had to talk, but his eyes dropped down to focus on her lips as his breathing quickened.
“Later.” She closed the distance between them until his mouth met hers.
Groaning, he palmed the back of her head and pulled her in tighter.
It was a real kiss, unlike the peck when he’d dropped her off after dinner, and she was ready for it. Missy reached up with both hands to cup his face. She rose onto her knees in the seat, getting as close as she could. It wasn’t easy given the limitations of the sports car’s tight interior and the bucket seats, but she did her best.
She angled her head as Zane kissed her deeper. Missy couldn’t help the sound of satisfaction that escaped her.
He pulled back just far enough to break the kiss. Cupping her face, he let out a breath that echoed her own feelings of frustration. Of lust unfulfilled. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Of course, h e was right. The roof of the convertible was down and anyone driving up would see them. Besides that, the sports car was obviously not built with lovers in mind. It was pretty confining.
“Maybe we should go to a hotel?”
Zane shook his head. “No, we definitely should not, for many reasons. The biggest one being Senator Greenwood’s single daughter can’t be seen checking into a hotel with a man in the middle of the night.”
“Then I guess we’re going to have to do this right here.”
He cocked one brow. “No.”
“Why not?”
“For one, we’re both getting a bit old to be having sex in a parked car.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” And she certainly was that, desperate to have this man after what felt like a lifetime of wanting him.
He smiled. “I love how you’re so easy.”
Insulted, Missy frowned. “Thanks.” Her sarcasm was clear in her tone.
Zane shook his head. “Relax. I meant easygoing.”
“Because I’ m willing to have sex with you in your car?” She shouldn’t be insulted, she supposed.
Missy was not only willing, she was more than ready. Hell, he could suggest they go pretty much anywhere and if the end result was her finally getting what she’d always wanted, that being Zane, she’d be happy to go.
“Because you’ll trade in your designer clothes and bags for cargo pants and military surplus to go to Africa for three months while all your friends are probably going to the Caribbean. Because when I called much too late tonight and suggested we go for a drive without any explanation, you came with me anyway without question. And yes, because if I lose my mind completely and start to think it might actually be a good idea to have sex with you, you’d be all right with that.”
She didn’t like how he was talking rather than kissing her.
Judging by that kiss , he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but it felt as if he was talking himself out of doing anything about it. She wasn’t about to let that happen. Not when she was this close to having what she’d imagined and dreamed of for years.
“Zane.”
“Yes.”
“ Kiss me.”
He didn’t, and that was her first indication there was definitely something wrong. He sighed and took her hand in his again. “We need to talk.”
Normally, she’d
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