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She was too good to haul into a back room. He wanted her away from everyone to enjoy.

He pulled back. Before he could put two words together, she slipped her hand into his and pulled him toward the door.

All he could do was follow.

Chapter Seven

WIRE SLID THE VAN DOOR shut. Cora toed off her shoes. He'd caught her by surprise earlier. She thought he was teasing her about showing up to take her to the clubhouse.

She'd prepared to stay in the van, enjoying time alone. But one second, she argued about going, and the next, she walked to the clubhouse with him.

She stared at him. How far was she supposed to go?

He stepped forward, closing the space between them. His mouth claimed hers with a passion that left her dizzy.

She grabbed his vest and opened her mouth. He lived a different lifestyle than the boys, the men that she knew. He'd taken her flirting and tossed it away. There was no exploring or getting comfortable with each other. No slow burn.

He was an inferno and ran hot.

When he kissed her, he gave her no choice but to kiss him back.

He wrapped his arms around her, taking big handfuls of her ass and lifting her until the bed was behind her. A thrill shot through her. Wire was not afraid to manhandle her. He knew what he was doing. Where he wanted her. Her size hadn't intimidated him.

He slid his hands under her cropped shirt. She raised her arms, reading his intent.

The warmth of his palms covered her breasts. Her eyes rolled, and at that second, she handed him permission to do anything he wanted to do for her.

There was only the sensation of his warmth against her skin. It was intoxicating.

He shucked his vest off. She shook off his touch so he could remove his shirt.

The light above the sink cast a glow in the van. He wrapped both arms around her, drawing her near again. She ran her hands up his biceps to his shoulders. In the shadows, she could see he was covered in tattoos, but she couldn't understand what decorated the canvas.

She tilted her head, then parted her lips. He captured her mouth and met her stroke for stroke. Yet, she strained for more.

His hands moved over her back, then to her sides. She nipped his lower lip. He broke away and lowered his head, kissing her along her neck.

Her skin burned. She held on to him, gasping for breath.

She thrust her fingers into his hair, needing to touch him but more to hold him in place. His mouth was doing crazy things to her. His breath was hot. His mouth was warm. His tongue was teasing.

There was no hesitation. No shyness. No second guessing coming from him. Nothing that she was used to with boys who were clumsy and hurried.

She tugged on his belt buckle, trying to undo it with one hand. They'd returned to the van for one thing.

He pulled his mouth off her and straightened. The clink of his buckle hitting the corner of the counter echoed in her ears. He set something beside the sink and then unbuttoned his jeans.

As if in a race, she unzipped her shorts and pulled them over her hips, along with her panties.

Contorting her arms, she unhooked her bra at the middle of her back and let the material fall from her breasts.

Wire groaned. "Babe."

She rubbed the bra lines from her skin. There was no helping it. Her breasts were large and needed to be contained.

He caught her hands and removed them. Even though she watched him watch her, she still gasped when he touched her bare skin, then her nipples.

A moan tumbled from her lips. She wanted his hands everywhere.

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