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I just give myself over to him, letting him take care of me as I stare into his beautiful focused eyes. He smells so good too. I don’t know what kind of cologne he’s wearing, but I want a bottle of my own so I can pull it out and come back to this perfect moment whenever I want.

Dirty thoughts start filling my head as his gentle hands touch my skin. I imagine what they would feel like sliding down my neck and onto my chest. I tingle all over as I imagine them sliding up my inner thighs and feeling my wetness.

Iwantthis man. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

Lust takes over my brain as I watch his sexy hands pull out the bottle of alcohol. He has big strong forearms and a nice thick wrist. I’ve always loved big forearms. They’re my kryptonite. Especially with a long flannel shirt rolled up them.

“Where are you taking me tomorrow?” I ask, looking dreamily into his eyes.

He grins as he dips the alcohol onto the gauze. “I was thinking of Jack Jameson’s Bar and Grill. It’s either that or here. Not too many places to choose from that are still open after nine o’clock in our small town.”

“Anywhere but here,” I say, laughing. “I’ve had enough of The Cracked Barrel Saloon for one week.”

“Maybe for our second date,” he says with a grin.

“Presumptuous to assume you’ll get a second date,” I say teasingly.

“Presumptuous is assuming we’re soulmates,” he says, gazing into my eyes. “And I’m a presumptuous guy.”

I swallow hard as we make some heavy eye contact, filling the truck with a sensual energy that has my body burning.

“This may sting a bit,” he says as he lifts the gauze to my temple. “Are you ready?”

“Can you distract me?”

“Of course,” he says as he looks at my mouth. He kisses me and presses the gauze onto my cut at the same time. I moan as the burning desire surging through my veins overpowers any pain the alcohol is causing.

All I can focus on are those soft lipstakingmy mouth and claiming it as his own.

I part my lips and turn to melted butter when I feel his tongue touching mine. I dig my hands into his hair and pull him closer, shoving my tongue into his mouth.

He drops his hand and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his hard body as he kisses me with intense sizzling passion.

It’s the best kiss of my life. Probably the best I’ll ever have.

But it’s over too soon.

Someone opens the passenger side door and we explode apart, my heart pounding.

“Marv is offering to give us some free burgers,” James says as he grabs his phone from the front. “You guys want anything special?”

“I’m good!” I say guiltily.

“Whatever he’s got,” Graham says, staring at me with heated eyes.

I take a deep breath, grab a bandage, and slip out of the truck while I can. If I stay here any longer, I might not be able to stop myself from rounding second base with this irresistible man.

“I’m not done,” Graham says when my feet hit the concrete.

“We’ll have to pick it up tomorrow,” I say with a grin as I back away, feeling flustered and shaky all over. “I can take it from here.”

I give him one last smile and then head to my car which has a handcuffed guy in the back seat who I forgot all about until just now.

I turn back one last time and see Graham’s possessive eyes still watching me.

And I get another hot shiver.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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