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I don’t knowwhat’s gotten into me. I’ve never come on this strong with a woman. If I were her, I’d run for the hills. But she’s not. She’s going along with it, which means she must feel the same inexplicable chemistry between us. Or she’s just a good sport. Either way, I will make Jenny Talya mine by the end of the day.
We reach the front of the line, and the cashier rings up Jenny’s purchases. I don’t have anything for myself because Jenny sidetracked me. Oh well, I’ll just order the paperback I was looking for online; spending time with this beautiful and intriguing woman is far more important.
I have my credit card out and am tapping to pay before Jenny can dig her card from her crossbody bag. Starting a business is admirable and expensive. If her bank account looks anything like mine did when I started my business, then books are an expense she can’t afford.
“Eaton, no. I can pay. I just need to find my dang. . . .”
“Thank you,” I say to the cashier, taking the bag from her before placing my hand on Jenny’s lower back and encouraging her forward. “Come on, Baby Cakes. We’re holding up the line.”
She huffs adorably but gives up her search and zips her bag closed as we walk. “Baby Cakes? Is that because I’m fluffy and soft?”
“Exactly right.”
“You know, other girls might be offended by that.”
I hold the door open for her, and we step out into the hot summer day. “You’re not other girls, though, are you?”
“No, I’m not. I love my body.”
“I do, too.” I take her hand as I fall in step with her.
Her confidence is a force to be reckoned with, radiating from her like a shining star. It’s not just her appearance, either. Yes, her form-fitting dress showcases all the curves I find irresistible in a woman, but she also exudes an energy that’s wholesome and inviting. Though the twinkle of mischief in her eyes tells me that if I got her alone, my pussycat might turn into a tiger.
The hardware between my legs likes that idea, and things suddenly become a little too tight below the belt. Thank god for the canvas fabric of my carpenter pants. This reminds me that I should let someone know that I’m not coming back to work today. I quickly shoot a text off to my project manager and tuck my phone away.
“Let’s take my truck,” I say at the same time she says, “My car’s right here.”
Parked behind my Toyota Tundra is an early 2000s Volkswagen Golf, both vehicles beeping as we unlock the doors. She’s probably hesitant to get into a stranger’s car, but she’ll have to overcome that because not only will a man of my stature not fit into that sardine can of a car, but I also just want her in my space. I need a memory of her sitting next to me so each time I look over at the passenger seat, I’ll remember the moment I met my forever.
Forever? Damn, I’m glad she can’t read my mind. She’d think I’m delusional, and maybe I am. Or maybe fate has brought me the woman of my dreams.
“Would you mind if I drove?” I ask.
She eyes me skeptically. “You’re not going to abduct me and chop me up into a million pieces that you’ll feed to the pigs on your pig farm, are you? Because I really don’t want to become pig poop.”
I blink. Then blink again. “I don’t own pigs or a farm.”
“Okay, cool. Then yes, you can drive.” She all but skips to the passenger side of my truck.
I chuckle. This woman is going to keep me on my toes, that’s for certain. Jogging after her, I open the door, and even with the drop-down step, she has to hop up onto the seat. Her dress flies up with the movement, and I get a flash of pale pink panties spread over the juiciest booty I’ve ever seen. My mouth goes dry, and I’m not even sure I can walk with the stiffy I’m sporting.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, pulling the seatbelt over her and clicking it into place. She’s the most precious cargo I’ve ever had, and I need to make sure she’s protected.
“Thank you.”
I back up to step down from the cab, but my gaze locks on hers, and I freeze. Her luscious lips are only centimeters away. It would be so easy to just lean in and take what I want. Especially when her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, making my control fray to the last fiber of restraint.
“I want to take that mouth of yours so desperately right now.”
“You can,” she whispers her consent.
“Our first kiss won’t happen in my truck, parked on the side of the road. Whatever happens between us, I need it to be more than just a fleeting moment of passion, so this will have to do for now.” I close the distance between us and gently press my lips to her cheek. A surge of electrifying energy courses through my entire being at the slightest contact. If just kissing her cheek is this intense, I fear that when she allows me inside her warm, all-consuming heat, I might die.
“Wow.” Her dreamy expression tells me she feels it, too.
