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mattered was Jack’s hands on her, his mouth teasing hers and his body that was so incredible. Had it only been a few hours since the last time he kissed her? Impossible. Her body instantly knew exactly what to expect. What to demand!
Emerson couldn’t believe how much he wanted this woman. Taking her hand, he pulled her out of the back room, slapped a hundred dollar bill on Dennis’ bar and continued out the door. When they were standing in the cooler night air, he pulled her into his arms once again, feeling her body wrap around his as much as she could. She was like some sort of fantasy that he couldn’t get enough of and he wanted to devour her.
Lifting his head once more, he noticed the mirrored heat in her eyes. “Not here,” he growled and pulled her to his truck. Lifting her up, he placed her carefully on the seat of the old truck but didn’t stop there. He couldn’t. His fingers had felt that soft bottom and she was finally at his own height, much easier to kiss and he didn’t hesitate in any way.
Rachel couldn’t catch her breath! And if she were able to think, she probably wouldn’t care. She just wanted Jack to continue to touch her. His hands had lifted her onto the seat of his truck but then lingered. She shivered as his hands smoothed down her legs, lifting them higher and then she jerked when his hands slid underneath her skirt, moving upwards very slowly. She didn’t want slow! She wanted him to rip her clothes off and make love to her. Never had she wanted anything like this before but if he didn’t move faster, she might just scream out her frustration!
He started to pull away but she grabbed his shoulders, unaware that her eyes were wild with need. “Please don’t stop,” she gasped.
He groaned and bent low to kiss her. “We can’t do this here, Rachel. Give me five minutes and we’ll be back at my place,” he told her urgently, then bent to kiss her again, just to muddle her mind a bit more.
When he pulled away this time, he gently placed her legs so they were forward in the truck then slammed the door, walking quickly around to the driver’s side.
Rachel watched him, her mind whirling with all the crazy things that popped into her head. Now that he wasn’t kissing her or touching her, she could think more clearly and she accepted that she wanted this man. He was somehow different from anyone she’d ever met before. And shockingly, even though she’d met him only earlier today, she was going to go through with this. She’d always thought she’d be in a long term relationship, not necessarily marriage but in love with someone, before she took this monumental step. But no one had ever affected her like Jack did. And she was being daring this weekend. She was stepping out of her comfort zone and doing things that she wouldn’t have dared last year. This was it, she thought as he slid into the driver’s seat. Yes, she was going to make love with Jack. And it was going to be fabulous.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, pulling her across the cracked leather seat, right back into his arms. “I want you, Rachel, but I want you to be sure.”
She snuggled up against him, her hand reaching out to caress the roughness of his cheek and smiled. “I’m very sure,” she said. It wasn’t love, she accepted. It was desire and it was intoxicating. And for the first time in her life, she understood why other women had sexual flings. She was about to venture into her first and it was with a man who fascinated her beyond words. “Take me away from here, Jack.”
Jack would have corrected her about his name if she hadn’t slipped her hand into his shirt and driven him crazy with need. Those soft, seductive fingers, moving across his chest made his body harden to a painful state. He thought about pulling her hands away so he could focus on driving, but he was loathe to lose her touch for even a moment.
He started the engine, vaguely wondering if it was the car purring or himself. Shifting into gear, he tore out of the parking lot. Thankfully, it was only a five minute drive and he was turning into the back driveway to his house.
“You’re taking me to that