Page 56 of If Tomorrow Never Comes

He stilled. Lifted his head a few inches.

Their gazes collided. “Okay?”

She nodded, and in the next second was being pulled along the sidewalk behind a huge, sexy man, power walking as if he were in some sort of competition. His hand was warm and large, his fingers threaded between each of hers.

He led her to a black truck in a nearby parking lot. The lights flickered when he unlocked it. She thought he might open the door for her, but instead he grabbed her face between his palms and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her lips.

Elliott fell back against the door with a moan, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He pressed into her and gripped her thigh just above her knee, pulling her leg up and around his waist. Fire exploded in her belly, and she tangled shaky hands in his hair, pulling and tugging like a crazed, horny teenager.

“I need—” he started, but she captured his lips again, swallowing the words.

“I know,” she murmured, shifting her pelvis.

He groaned and lowered his head to her neck. His facial hair grazed the tender skin of her neck. “I need to get you out of here.”

Somehow he slid their single, entangled unit of bodies far enough to the side to get the door open. She fell into the seat and cupped her hand around his neck, pulling him halfway into the truck. They were nothing but tongues and lips and teeth.

And hands. Good God, his hands.

“I can’t drive like this,” he choked out. He pulled away, his eyes twinkling when she let out a squeak of protest.

He was in the driver’s seat so fast he must have jogged around the truck. He took one look at her, and at the fire burning in his hazel eyes, Elliott snapped.

She jumped on him. Literally. Twisted around, hurdled over the console, and straddled him.

“Fuck,” he said in the best way. His hands went straight to her hips, pulling her as close as they could get in this position, and sucked her lower lip into his warm mouth.

Her hands slid under his shirt, tickling up his ridged abs and to his chest. He shuddered, kissing her harder for a beat before dropping his head back. “Elliott.”

She traced his earlobe with her teeth. “Hmm?”

“Let me get you home first. Please.”

“No. Figure something else out.” She glanced in the back seat. “Looks roomy enough.”

“I’m six-three.”

She straightened and rolled her eyes. “Show off.”

He laughed, his bright eyes taking in every inch of her flushed face. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

Her chest ached. “Yeah, this needs to happen now.” She tried to pull her legs out to climb into the second row, and her back hit the steering wheel, sending the blare of his horn into the parking lot. They both froze.

“Oops.”

Jamie’s eyes darted through the windows. When he seemed convinced no one was around, he gripped her hips in his palms. “I can’t have sex with you in the back seat of my truck.”

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t feel right.”

“I want you to.”

He closed his eyes and inhaled a shaky breath. “If someone saw us ... we could get arrested.”

“Why, are you loud?”

“Shit,” he muttered, a sexy smile tilting his lips. “What am I going to do with you?”

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