He dipped his head and brushed his lips over hers.
She whimpered and scooted closer, returning the kiss. His mouth was hot against hers, his muffled chuckle ending in a groan when she nipped at his bottom lip. His fingers tangled in her hair, tongue probing her mouth. Her hand rested on his chest, and she traced the bulk that was solid muscle.
He tugged her head back with a hungry growl, tongue gliding down her jaw and neck, resting in the hollow at the base of her throat. His words vibrated against her skin. “If I’d thought things out…” He kissed along her collarbone, teeth grazing the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck. “I might have actually made this a love van.”
She arched her back when his fingers danced up her spine. She pressed her chest into his, the rough texture of damp fabric biting into her skin. The sensation was enticing, but left her wanting the clothes out of the way completely. “I can’t believe it’s never come up before.”
His laugh was a low rumble, laden with lust. He pushed the bottom of her shirt up, caressing her waist. “Trust me, that’s not an issue now. It’s up.”
The innuendo was horrible but alluring. A bold voice in her thoughts drove her and overrode her hesitation. Her fingers dropped to his leg, caressing the inside of his thigh, damp denim harsh against the pads of her fingertips. “You mentioned something earlier about a hands-on experiment?”
He growled against her shoulder, and his hand moved to the front of her shirt, sliding up her stomach. “Now you’re just teasing me.”
She squirmed under his touch, need growing hot between her legs. “Now? What were we doing before?”
His thumb dipped under her bra, brushing the bottom of her breast. She gasped and moved her hand higher up his thigh. Part of her was intensely aware of how public their parking spot was. The other half wanted to slide his seat back and straddle his legs. Both halves agreed she didn’t want to stop.
He kissed her again, and she pressed back, hungry. She massaged the inside of his leg, moaning with need.
A familiar ringtone echoed through the car, and she cursed her sister for picking now to call back.
“Do you need to get that?” His strong grip held her in place.
“She’ll wait.” Kenzie glided her hand higher, brushing his arousal through his jeans.
He hissed and pulled her closer, almost throwing her off balance and forcing her to lean into him to keep from falling off the seat.
A digital chirp filled the car, mingling with the fading tones of Kenzie’s phone.
“And that would be my keeper calling.” His hands slid down her arms, and he pushed her upright, his face flushed and breathing heavy. “In case you didn’t know, weekend work emergencies suck.”
He knew that without taking the call? Her brow knit together, and she couldn’t hide her disappointment. “You can’t maybe ignore them for a couple minutes?”
“I can’t think of anything that would make my weekend brighter.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, kissing her hard one more time before sinking back into his seat and exhaling loudly. “I can put it off long enough to drop you off, but not long enough to give you a ride.”
She understood making sacrifices for a job, but the last snippet of innuendo didn’t dilute the disappointment washing over her. She sat back in her own seat. “Completely understand.”
He grasped her fingers between his, kissing her knuckles. “But if it helps any, you’re now officially my favorite fantasy.”
The gesture sent flutters through her chest, and the words brought the fading heat rushing back to her face and every other inch of her body. “Ditto.”
* * * *
Riley was sitting on the couch, arms folded, pale face drawn into a scowl, when Kenzie pushed into the apartment.
“Where have you been?” Riley demanded. “You weren’t answering your phone. I thought maybe something bad happened.” She sat straighter, aggravation fading to curiosity. “Who does the jacket belong to?”
Kenzie couldn’t keep the grin from her face. Even her sister’s glower wasn’t enough to spoil the residual tingles. “I don’t know. I didn’t get his name.”
Riley’s shoulders relaxed, and she leaned back into beige cushions. “Really? Spill.”
Kenzie’s smile grew, and she raked her fingers through her hair, working out some of the tangles. She shouldn’t say it, but she couldn’t help herself. “There’s not much to tell. Guy from the coffee shop gave me a lift home. Things may or may