Seduced: The Unexpected Virgin by Emily McKay

now that she’s gone, I feel closest to her when I’m sewing. I still like to make my own clothes. It’s the one thing I miss about being a costume designer.”
    Ward quirked an eyebrow. “That’s what you regret about leaving Hollywood? Sewing is the only thing you miss?”
    She chuckled. “Well, that and the fact that I never got to wear any of those gorgeous clothes I made.” She held out the keys tothe Hornet and dropped them into his hand. “That’s why I was asking about the Alvarez. It was such an important part of your life for so long. I can’t believe you don’t miss it.”
    He carefully reached up and set the keys on the dashboard and then grabbed her hand from where it rested on her leg. “I’m not really interested in talking about the Alvarez.”
    She stilled instantly, her breath caught in her chest. His hand was warm, his fingertips rough as he ran them along her palm. Pressing her lips tightly together, she swallowed and forced her gaze from their joined hands to his face. “What do you want to talk about?”
    A smiled played at his lips. “Maybe I don’t want to talk.”
    He gave her hand a gentle tug. Heart pounding, she scooted across the bench toward him. Waiting for him to lower his mouth to hers, she felt as though she could barely breathe. And she was pretty sure that oxygen was overrated anyway. She didn’t need it. Not the way she needed him.

Seven
    H e’d meant to give Ana a quick kiss and then send her on her away. But the second her lips touched his, it was as though a fire had sparked between them. She met his kiss with the same vibrant passion she’d brought to each of their arguments. She was all heat and emotion. She tasted of the sweet tea she’d drunk at dinner and the salt caramel gelato she had for dessert.
    Her passion was so intense, so ardent as to be almost clumsy. Her tongue met his boldly, stroke for stroke. Her hands cupping the back of his head as she angled her mouth over his. Her awkward fumbling aroused him far more than a skilled seduction would have. His blood pounded through his veins, stirring his erection. She shifted her body this way and that, as if desperate to rub against him but unsure how to negotiate around the confines of the front seat.
    He reached a hand down to the lever beneath the bench seat, gave it a tug and pushed the seat back as far as it would go. Then he stretched his legs out in front of him. Hooking his hand behind her knee, he pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him.
    She groaned in approval, rubbing the juncture of her legsagainst his growing erection. She tore her mouth from his, throwing her head back and gasping aloud. Grinding her hips against his, she gave a visible shudder.
    Combined with the delightful pressure against his penis, the sight of her arousal was so erotic, he nearly came right there.
    Still struggling to rein in his growing passion, he watched helplessly as she shrugged out of her jacket. He nearly cheered when her fingers reached for the buttons of her shirt. But some tiny shred of sanity made him grab her hand to stop her.
    As gently as he could, he pushed her off his lap, sprung the door open and climbed from the car.
    “Ward, wait—” she gasped.
    He leaned down to talk to her through the open door to the car. She’d scooted to her side, her back pressed against the driver’s side door. Clutching her jacket to her chest, she looked confused, delightfully rumpled, her arousal evident in her bruised, moist lips and wide eyes. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to regain control over his reaction, but unfortunately, the interior of the car was laden with her sweet scent.
    “Get out of the car,” he said gently.
    She hurried from the car, but he held out a hand to stop her from closing the distance between them.
    “I don’t understand,” she asked, the confusion on her face taking on a hurt look.
    He was tempted to reach for her again. To offer comfort. But if he reached for her again, he knew