Page 88 of Tempt

His hand brushes my shoulder as he pulls out my chair.

We walk side by side to the truck, his touch lightly on my back in a way that has need coursing through me.

“This dress should be illegal.”

I smile in the dark. “You’re not a fan?”

“Of crashing the truck because I can’t keep my eyes on the road? Not so much.”

The passenger seat is slick under my bare legs, and I shift to try to alleviate the ache between them as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“I like your truck. It’s very spacious. You can do a lot in here.”

“I’ve been imagining it ever since we sat down to dinner.”

I trace a finger along my lip. “I bought condoms.”

“Me too.”

We both grin like teenagers, high on each other and this moment.

His hand slides over to my thigh, his thumb caressing my bare skin near my knee.

He traces slow circles upward. Higher and higher toward the edge of my dress.

A sigh slips out.

I reach for his hand, press it higher between my legs until he curses.

“It’s all I can do not to pull over right now.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Because if I do, we’ll be here for hours. And most of what I want to do with you is going to be really hard in this truck.”

He shifts his hand back down to my thigh and I chew on my lip.

Soon we can both have what we want.

Still, the trip is agonizingly long.

When we get to the door, Liv greets us.

But Andy bounces around the corner.

She lifts her palms. “We tried going to bed. He insisted on waiting up. I think he’s having a rough night.”

Dammit.

The kid is so cute, but I wanted his dad. The look Daniel tosses me says he’s thinking the same thing.

“No worries. Thanks for staying with him, Liv.”

“Sure thing.”

I walk her to the door.

“How was the date?” she whispers.

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