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Gretchen was desperate to have him.

He stopped their kiss, breathing like an Olympian. His eyes were closed, but she was completely amazed by his passionate display. Thank goodness they were in a secluded corner. She wasn’t much for being gawked at, and who could help but stare when a man that looked that good was all but fucking her in public.

It was only a kiss, but it felt like so much more. Gretchen was on fire, and there was only one thing that could sate her impassioned need.

Him.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, and took her hand.

Reg dropped a couple of bills on the table and took her outside.

Before he opened it, Reg backed her up against the door of his blood red Jeep, careful to mind the handle didn’t dig into her. She loved how thoughtful he was, and even more, how much he seemed to want her. Gretchen moaned as he pressed his hard body into hers, claiming her mouth again in an all-consuming kiss.

Damn, he felt good. So big and hard and hot. She was ready to jump him right there.

“It might kill me,shona, but please, I am begging you, if you don’t want me to finish this tonight tell me to stop. Tell me no. I will take you home and drive away, sweet Gretchen, but only if you tell me to,” he growled.

She took a moment to think about what he was saying, then opening her eyes and gazing up at his, Gretchen replied with the only thing she could say.

“Yes.”

“okay, I’ll take you home and---”

“No,” she said, grinning. “I am sayingyes, Reg. I want this. I want you,” she said, and it was the truth.

She was more than ready for him to do what his eyes promised. More than ready to drop all pretenses and do what it was her body was telling her too.

“Gretchen,” he said her name in a low, gravelly voice that had her entire body going taut with need.

He placed his hands on either side of her face slowly, carefully, giving her ample time to refuse him. But Gretchen wasn’t stupid or crazy.

There was no way in Hell she was walking away from Reg. he leaned forward until all she could see was him.

Larger than life, sexy as sin, the man smelled like chocolate and spice. His hot body was crushing hers, but still, his arms were protecting her from the Jeep’s door. Every inch of him was hot and hard and so fucking sexy.

“Kissing you is addictive,shona, just like I knew it would be.”

“It is?”

“Fuck yeah, and I have been dying to do this, ever since I laid eyes on you this morning, standing on that ladder,” he growled before he dipped his head one more time, and claimed her mouth in a kiss so hot she almost melted.

Gretchen had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck. Purely for support. At least that was what she told herself, but the truth was, she wanted to rub her body all over him.

She opened for him, an immediate response to his invasion. His flavors burst along her senses as their tongues met and tangled. Desire exploded through her veins.

Everything about Reg was exciting and intense. His strength called to her, made her crazy with need as she felt his muscles flex beneath her searching fingers. She wanted him to touch her, dammit, but his hands remained still, much to her disappointment.

“Reggie,” she moaned when he broke the kiss and pressed his head against hers.

He opened his eyes, and once more, she could’ve sworn they glowed unnaturally in the dark parking lot. Then he was leaning back, stepping away from her, and she shivered, missing his heat immediately. Blinking she realized another couple had exited the restaurant and were heading to their car near to where the Jeep was parked. He shielded her with his body, blocking her from their view.

Shit.

She wouldn’t have stopped if he hadn’t. His thoughtfulness warmed her.

“We have to stop, or I swear, I’ll take you right here.”

She nodded her understanding, and pleasure filled her. He was as out of control as she was.

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