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happen again.” Her furrowed forehead
prompted him into action. He smoothed a palm up her arm, rubbing at her elbow
with the circular motions that had always gotten women going in the past.
“Tease with my lips. Light at first. What’s next?”
    She relaxed in two seconds’ time. “Don’t shove your tongue
down a girl’s gullet. You’re not excavating a cave, you’re making love to her
mouth.”
    Drew took advantage of the topic shift to press himself
against her. She was soft and warm—better than the sumptuous bed with Egyptian
cotton sheets he’d missed for the past two weeks. His erection settled between
her thighs, close to where he needed it. “I want to make love to more than your
mouth.”
    Her breath puffed against his cheek, filling his nose with
the fragrance of coffee and something sweeter. “Later—”
    One swift tug on her elbow had her plush breasts smashed
against his bare chest. She gasped, a sound he cut short when he brushed his
lips against the right corner of her mouth. Erica’s skin tasted of
sugar—perhaps a flavored lip gloss. He wanted more of it, all of it, but
recalled he wasn’t supposed to devour her no matter how much he wanted to. She
went pliant against him, a marked change to how she’d behaved since she hopped
down from her tow truck the first time.
    He lifted his lips from the right side of her mouth and
deposited them on the left portion. Her small sigh ruffled his hair. He
stealthily flicked it back in place. Erica’s eyelids fluttered shut.
    Drew needed to touch her breasts. It was integral to his
continued existence that he have at least one in his palm in the next few
minutes. While he distracted her with the teasing smooch beneath her lower lip,
Drew tugged at the tank top she’d left hanging over her waistband. She
snuffled—a pleased sound if he’d ever heard one. Was that for the not-kisses?
Or for the shirt he was about to remove?
    He had his answer when her eyelids snapped open a split
second before he plunged his finger beneath the cup of her bra.
    “What are you doing?” Her sharp question nearly put him on
the defensive. But he’d not defend against what they both wanted.
    “Um. It’s pretty damn obvious. We agreed—”
    “I agreed to a one-night stand. It’s 7:30 in the morning!”
    “A one-night stand doesn’t have to happen at night.”
    “I’m at work! Customers could arrive at any moment.” She
finally pushed at his shoulders, dislodging his grip. “Besides, don’t you want
to do this properly, like in a bed ?”
    Drew dropped his attention to the obvious erection pressing
at his boxer seams. He caught her eye once again, pleased that she’d been
staring at his shorts. “I want to properly thrust that in you. I don’t care
where I do it—on a bed, on the floor or up against a wall. But I want to do it
now.”
    She drew her lower lip between her teeth. The delicate gnaw
made his erection bounce. Erica released her tender skin. “I have work to do.”
    He spared at look over his shoulder at the bank of windows
and the empty parking lot. “No one is banging down the door. Can’t you just
turn the Open sign off for a little while?”
    “I could. I don’t—”
    “Don’t tell me you don’t want to. You want to.” Drew framed
her generous hips in his hands, loving how soft she felt even if he wasn’t
supposed to be attracted to her. “You don’t think you should.”
    Her eyebrows drew down into an expression that didn’t bode
well for continued sexy time. “Have you ever worked a day in your life?”
    Drew stiffened. This was not a discussion he wanted to have
now. And his erection threatened to deflate. “My employment history is
irrelevant for a one-night stand.”
    “I’m surprised you even know a word like ‘irrelevant’.”
    His dick slumped lower than his shoulders. “I’m lazy, not
stupid.”
    “So you admit you’re lazy?”
    He’d had enough of her denigration. This was some attempt to
put him off his plan