“I guess you didn’t have time to paint it, huh?”
“Nope.”
She jabbed him lightly in the arm. “So you’re not perfect. Phew.”
“I thought Buck would want to do it.”
She beamed up at Jordan and threw her arms around him. He picked her up and wheeled her around. “I’ve missed you,” he said into her hair.
She planted a firm wet kiss on his lips. “I’ve missed you, too.”
He grinned that wicked grin of his, the one that made her insides all jiggly. Never, never had a man made her feel the way Jordan did. She smiled and lifted her face for another kiss. He obliged her and then opened the car door, pushing her playfully inside before crawling in after her.
Once inside, he pulled her to him, cupping the back of her head, kissing the side of her mouth, her jaw and her ear. His other hand slipped one tiny strap of her dress down off her shoulder and he kissed her there once and then moved lower, stopping just before he bared her breast.
“I’ve never done this before,” Sass whispered.
Jordan glanced up at her with one brow raised. “I seem to recall only last week, christening that ridiculous single bed of yours…” He trailed off as his lips found her nipple through the material of her dress.
“That’s not what I mean.” She groaned and then motioned feebly to the car around them. “This.”
“Somehow I find that even harder to believe. A woman who’s spent her life around cars has never done this in a car?”
She arched into him and sighed. How was it possible for something to feel both so good and so…? “No,” she gasped. “I mean been in a relationship. I’ve never been in lov—in a relationship before.”
“Mmm.” Jordan slipped his strong arms around her, splaying his hands across her bare back as he kissed her collarbone and the hollow at the base of her neck.
“Oh, God!” She moaned. But then she took a deep, shuddering breath and said, “I don’t know. I’m kind of scared, I mean, I’m not sure how…”
But Jordan kissed away the rest of her sentence until she stopped him. Holding his face in her hands, she said, “How can we be sure we want the same thing? I mean what if—” She chewed on her lip. “What if something happens?” She couldn’t help thinking of her mother and father’s relationship, of the way it ended so tragically, affecting lives for so many years afterward.
“Stuff is always going to happen. But there is only one thing that matters.”
“What?”
“Do you love me?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe…yes?”
Chuckling, Jordan said, “That’s not much of an answer.” He leaned in close again and placed soft, tender kisses on her cheek and forehead. “I’m scared, too, you know. I think love is supposed to be scary. Kind of like driving fast.”
“Huh?” She was having a hard time focusing on his words when his lips were doing such incredible things to her, there and there and—oh!—there.
“When you drive fast, so fast you’re on the verge of losing control,” Jordan kept talking and kissing. He touched her lips with just the tip of his tongue, but before she could lean to meet him for a deeper kiss, he whispered, “There’s nothing like it…” He cupped her chin and worked his thumb between her parted lips. “It’s exhilarating—” He moved her hand to that rigid spot between his legs, encouraging her to squeeze. “Yet dangerous.”
Sass gasped, wishing the little car had more space because the steering wheel was kind of getting in the way of what she wanted to do.
“That’s love, Sass.”
“Is that how you feel?”
“You better believe it.” Jordan lifted her hand and kissed the callus on her palm. Then he leaned forward and kissed her lips, trying to convince her in that unspoken, passionate way just how much she meant to him. Sass wondered what she’d ever done to deserve him.
“That’s how I feel, too,” she whispered.
“Dammit, Sass,” Jordan whispered, his breath sounding as ragged as hers felt. “I suspect loving you will be the best ride of my life.”
“Yeah, well, it’s been quite a ride so far.”
He laughed. Then he stared deep into her eyes and said, “I can’t wait to tell our kids how we met.”
She smacked his shoulder. “That’s getting a little ahead of yourself, don’t you think?”
Jordan grinned. “Nope. Not if you love me. Do you, Sass? Do you love me?”
Sass smiled the lopsided, crooked-tooth smile that she’d inherited from her mother. “I do.”
Acknowledgments
An enormous thank you goes out to Lauren Hawkeye for being one of the first to read this and for her unfailing support of my career. Also, thanks to Sue Garner, for believing in this story.
About the Author
Daire St. Denis is an adventure seeker, an ancient history addict, a seasonal hermit and a wine lover. She writes smoking hot, contemporary romance where the pages are steeped in sensuality and there’s always a dash of the unexpected.
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