Seduced The Unexpected Virgin - By Emily McKay Page 0,31

tightly together, she swallowed and forced her gaze from their joined hands to his face. “What do you want to talk about?”

A smiled played at his lips. “Maybe I don’t want to talk.”

He gave her hand a gentle tug. Heart pounding, she scooted across the bench toward him. Waiting for him to lower his mouth to hers, she felt as though she could barely breathe. And she was pretty sure that oxygen was overrated anyway. She didn’t need it. Not the way she needed him.

Seven

He’d meant to give Ana a quick kiss and then send her on her away. But the second her lips touched his, it was as though a fire had sparked between them. She met his kiss with the same vibrant passion she’d brought to each of their arguments. She was all heat and emotion. She tasted of the sweet tea she’d drunk at dinner and the salt caramel gelato she had for dessert.

Her passion was so intense, so ardent as to be almost clumsy. Her tongue met his boldly, stroke for stroke. Her hands cupping the back of his head as she angled her mouth over his. Her awkward fumbling aroused him far more than a skilled seduction would have. His blood pounded through his veins, stirring his erection. She shifted her body this way and that, as if desperate to rub against him but unsure how to negotiate around the confines of the front seat.

He reached a hand down to the lever beneath the bench seat, gave it a tug and pushed the seat back as far as it would go. Then he stretched his legs out in front of him. Hooking his hand behind her knee, he pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him.

She groaned in approval, rubbing the juncture of her legs against his growing erection. She tore her mouth from his, throwing her head back and gasping aloud. Grinding her hips against his, she gave a visible shudder.

Combined with the delightful pressure against his penis, the sight of her arousal was so erotic, he nearly came right there.

Still struggling to rein in his growing passion, he watched helplessly as she shrugged out of her jacket. He nearly cheered when her fingers reached for the buttons of her shirt. But some tiny shred of sanity made him grab her hand to stop her.

As gently as he could, he pushed her off his lap, sprung the door open and climbed from the car.

“Ward, wait—” she gasped.

He leaned down to talk to her through the open door to the car. She’d scooted to her side, her back pressed against the driver’s side door. Clutching her jacket to her chest, she looked confused, delightfully rumpled, her arousal evident in her bruised, moist lips and wide eyes. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to regain control over his reaction, but unfortunately, the interior of the car was laden with her sweet scent.

“Get out of the car,” he said gently.

She hurried from the car, but he held out a hand to stop her from closing the distance between them.

“I don’t understand,” she asked, the confusion on her face taking on a hurt look.

He was tempted to reach for her again. To offer comfort. But if he reached for her again, he knew how it would end, with the two of them naked, upstairs in his bedroom. Or, hell, maybe they wouldn’t even make it that far. Maybe he’d take her up against the wall by his front door. Or just press her down over the hood of the Hornet, shove down her pants and plunge into her from behind.

As gut-wrenchingly tempting as any or all of those fantasies were, he didn’t want their first time together to be like that.

He wanted to savor her. To lavish her with attention. To spend hours learning her every nook and cranny. But he wasn’t going to do that tonight.

“I just—” he began, then broke off and sucked in another breath. “Let’s take it slow, okay? Like we agreed.”

“Okay.” She nodded. But then took another step toward him.

He held up a hand to ward her off. “Whoa.”

“I’m okay with slow,” she said.

“I meant, let’s take the relationship slow. Not, let’s slowly hop into bed.”

“Oh.” Comprehension spread across her expressive face. She frowned. “Oh,” she repeated, sounding miserable.

“There’s no rush. Tomorrow night, we’ll go back to Vista del Mar. We’ll see what happens there.”

Her frown only deepened. “I guess that’s okay.”

It would have to be. Despite her eagerness, he sensed