never getting
that picture out of my head,” she said, only to realize she’d
already replaced the offensive image with a much better one of Dane
climbing out of the shower to greet her at the door, wearing
nothing more than a towel and a smile. Still, he looked so serious
and uptight, she had to do something to loosen him up.
Unfortunately, grabbing him by the shirt front,
mashing up against him, wasn’t an option ... yet.
Dane turned his head, caught her gaze and smirked.
“It’s kind of cute.”
A snort of disagreement escaped her. “What? That my
parents are screwing their brains out in the backseat of a car like
a couple of teenagers? They have a bed. Not to mention they have a
door they can shut.”
“You have to admit, there’s something really hot
about pretending you’re sixteen again. Making out with your girl in
the backseat of a car. Pretending it’s her father’s car and you’re
doing it for the very first time.”
There was heat in his eyes and something more,
something that made her knees weak and her heart ache. “I wouldn’t
know. I never made out in the backseat of my dad’s car when I was
sixteen.”
He paused ... and took the bait. “Your mom’s
car?”
“Not even my date’s car. I was a poor, deprived,
sex-starved teenager.” She shifted to stand toe-to-toe with him and
even though he kept his arms at his sides, she grabbed his shirt
front, tugged him toward the car and gave him her best leer. “Want
to show me how it’s done?”
“Geez, Mandy.” Grabbing her wrist, he attempted to
pull back, but she could tell he wasn’t trying all that hard. “Do
you want to ruin our friendship?”
“No.” She softened her voice and hoped he’d
understand. “I’m trying to figure out if you could be my first
honest to goodness Valentine.”
The heat in his gaze turned up a notch and despite
his lagging footsteps, he continued to follow her. “We might never
be able to go back.”
“I know.” Doubt mingled with need but she had to
know, had to find out. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be
like to kiss me? I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss
you.”
Against the back of her legs, she felt the edge of
the car seat. When he didn’t respond to her question, she let
herself fall, toppling backward into the car and giving his shirt
front a tug that pulled him down on top of her.
He landed with a soft satisfying bump and grind,
managing to absorb most of his body weight with an arm on either
side of her head. It was full body contact, more pleasure than
she’d experienced in eons.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Mandy?”
“No, but I’m done thinking about it. Just kiss me
already, will you?”
He lowered his head, his eyes wide open, the green
flaring into molten lava, and at the first brush of his lips, she
felt a zing all the way to her toes.
As his eyelids drifted shut and
his mouth meshed with hers, Amanda realized she’d never felt
anything so sweet or so heady. Everything inside her paused to feel
the soft desperate slant of his mouth across hers, and to imprint
the warmth of his lips on her memory.
He tasted of toothpaste and coffee, and she wrapped
her arms around his back to hold him closer still.
There was passion in his kiss. A passion that
infused her body with desire and need and hope. But when she tugged
the tail of his shirt out of his jeans, he suddenly jerked back.
“Whoa there, princess.”
She tunneled her hands under his shirt and felt the
smooth warmth of his back. Her body pulsed with need and she
wiggled against him. “Don’t stop, Dane.”
She could see the struggle in his eyes and on his
face. Desire warred with common sense, and when he bent his head
and kissed her neck, she knew desire had won the battle.
One by one, he undid the buttons on her shirtfront
and as he pushed the material aside, cool air touched her skin and
made her shiver. But then he lowered his head and through the thin
material of her bra,
that picture out of my head,” she said, only to realize she’d
already replaced the offensive image with a much better one of Dane
climbing out of the shower to greet her at the door, wearing
nothing more than a towel and a smile. Still, he looked so serious
and uptight, she had to do something to loosen him up.
Unfortunately, grabbing him by the shirt front,
mashing up against him, wasn’t an option ... yet.
Dane turned his head, caught her gaze and smirked.
“It’s kind of cute.”
A snort of disagreement escaped her. “What? That my
parents are screwing their brains out in the backseat of a car like
a couple of teenagers? They have a bed. Not to mention they have a
door they can shut.”
“You have to admit, there’s something really hot
about pretending you’re sixteen again. Making out with your girl in
the backseat of a car. Pretending it’s her father’s car and you’re
doing it for the very first time.”
There was heat in his eyes and something more,
something that made her knees weak and her heart ache. “I wouldn’t
know. I never made out in the backseat of my dad’s car when I was
sixteen.”
He paused ... and took the bait. “Your mom’s
car?”
“Not even my date’s car. I was a poor, deprived,
sex-starved teenager.” She shifted to stand toe-to-toe with him and
even though he kept his arms at his sides, she grabbed his shirt
front, tugged him toward the car and gave him her best leer. “Want
to show me how it’s done?”
“Geez, Mandy.” Grabbing her wrist, he attempted to
pull back, but she could tell he wasn’t trying all that hard. “Do
you want to ruin our friendship?”
“No.” She softened her voice and hoped he’d
understand. “I’m trying to figure out if you could be my first
honest to goodness Valentine.”
The heat in his gaze turned up a notch and despite
his lagging footsteps, he continued to follow her. “We might never
be able to go back.”
“I know.” Doubt mingled with need but she had to
know, had to find out. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be
like to kiss me? I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss
you.”
Against the back of her legs, she felt the edge of
the car seat. When he didn’t respond to her question, she let
herself fall, toppling backward into the car and giving his shirt
front a tug that pulled him down on top of her.
He landed with a soft satisfying bump and grind,
managing to absorb most of his body weight with an arm on either
side of her head. It was full body contact, more pleasure than
she’d experienced in eons.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Mandy?”
“No, but I’m done thinking about it. Just kiss me
already, will you?”
He lowered his head, his eyes wide open, the green
flaring into molten lava, and at the first brush of his lips, she
felt a zing all the way to her toes.
As his eyelids drifted shut and
his mouth meshed with hers, Amanda realized she’d never felt
anything so sweet or so heady. Everything inside her paused to feel
the soft desperate slant of his mouth across hers, and to imprint
the warmth of his lips on her memory.
He tasted of toothpaste and coffee, and she wrapped
her arms around his back to hold him closer still.
There was passion in his kiss. A passion that
infused her body with desire and need and hope. But when she tugged
the tail of his shirt out of his jeans, he suddenly jerked back.
“Whoa there, princess.”
She tunneled her hands under his shirt and felt the
smooth warmth of his back. Her body pulsed with need and she
wiggled against him. “Don’t stop, Dane.”
She could see the struggle in his eyes and on his
face. Desire warred with common sense, and when he bent his head
and kissed her neck, she knew desire had won the battle.
One by one, he undid the buttons on her shirtfront
and as he pushed the material aside, cool air touched her skin and
made her shiver. But then he lowered his head and through the thin
material of her bra,
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