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“Okay.” He sounded amused.

“I mean, we’re both adults,” I continued, digging the hole deeper. “It’s nobody’s business what we do.”

Linc cleared his throat. “My place or yours?”

I swerved into the next lane, shocked by his blunt question. Another car honked at me, and I righted myself, waving an apology. All this time, I had been barreling toward the conclusion that Linc and I would hook up. Wasn’t that what all the stolen glances were about? Wasn’t that what my body was aching for, after the passionate kiss we had shared in the park? Wasn’t that what I was advocating for in Gina’s bedroom, that I didn’t need permission to seduce her brother?

After all that drama, I wasn’t sure I was ready. If I answered his question, if I drove us either to my place or to his, our bodies would take over and we might regret it in the morning.

We worked together. Would that make it awkward? And Linc was so wrapped up in my life already. He was the son of my boss and the brother of my best friend. Sex wasn’t something that we could take lightly. It would change things.

Why wasn’t any decision easy? Why couldn’t I just take Linc back to my cabin and make love to him on my favorite loungechair? I couldn’t think fast enough to keep up with the thousands of threads that wove our lives together. The town would talk. I didn’t care.

With nowhere else to go and no good solution presenting itself, I drove back to work. Linc watched as the familiar landmarks melted out of the distance. The sun was going down, and the houses and trees were painted dark blue all around. I could tell the moment he recognized where we were, and yet he said nothing.

The yard was closed, the employee parking blocked by a metal gate. I pulled into the customer lot, which was empty, and parked as far from the streetlight as possible. At the edge of the parking lot beneath the branches of a living pine tree, my little car rumbled to a halt. I didn’t have to explain. Linc understood as soon as the engine clicked off.

He reached for his seatbelt, undoing the clasp at the same time that I freed mine. His arm came around my back, helping me into his lap. I threw my legs over his, settling against his lap. Sitting on top of him, I collected my hair in one hand and bent to crush my mouth to his.

I felt his hands slide up my back, the fabric of my shirt a thin barrier between us. He kissed back, hungry for what I had to offer. His touch was electric, making my insides melt. One of my knees was pressed against the door, the other against the parking brake. He ran his palms down my spine, cupping my ass and pulling me in closer.

I rearranged myself, rising up on my knees and pressing my chest against him. Now my breasts lay tantalizingly within reach, giving him an eyeful. He left my backside, his hands circling around to my front. I felt the cool touch of fingers at myabdomen, raising my shirt. I let him go, arching backward as a delicious warmth spread between us.

He drew the shirt up to my shoulders, exposing my bra and the aching globes within it. I yearned for his touch. My skin screamed for his caress. I wanted to find his lips again, to break through the barriers between us and sink down around his core.

He peeled the bra away from my chest, too hot to lose time dealing with the clasp. The satin bunched around my ribs as it dropped the weight of my breasts, leaving me exposed. I felt the air prickle against my skin before Linc leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.

Grabbing his shoulders, I rocked against his length, which was already hard enough beneath me to tease my aching core. The light from the streetlamp infiltrated the car, painting Linc’s fuzzy head a harsh yellow. I looked down as he worked one hand inside my pants. I began a slow rhythm, pressing myself against his hard-on, offering my body to his touch.

His fingers dipped low enough to penetrate my underwear, but the curve of my backside and the urgency of my movements frustrated his exploration. He abandoned the effort, dragging both hands back up to my midsection. He held me in place while his tongue continued its seduction. I felt heat wash down my body, starting at my neck and sweeping all the way to my toes.

I was desperate to shed my clothing, to crawl all over him and make him mine. Yet there wasn’t any further we could go in the parking lot. I had deliberately parked there to stop myself from going too far. I knew I couldn’t trust myself or him if we were alone in a bed.

It had to end. I took hold of my senses and detached my breast from his mouth. Tucking the girls back into the bra, I leaned back, licking my lips. He seemed to sense that it was over, releasing my shirt and lightening his touch. I slid off him, back into the driver’s seat.

“I’m going to take you home,” I whispered.

“I can’t convince you to come in?” he responded.

My breath caught, imagining all the fun we could have rolling around in his bed. Somewhere, practical Aly took charge and shut that door. There would be plenty of time for sex just as soon as we ironed out all the details. Gina’s conversation had shaken me more than I realized. What if Linc wanted nothing more than a quick fuck? What if that was all I wanted? We were too close to risk all the drama that mixed signals would create. No, I would take him home and drop him off.

Linc saw it in my eyes as I pulled backward out of the parking lot. He relaxed into the seat, letting air out in a tired stream. I felt like a vixen, working him up and then letting him down. It couldn’t be helped. I wasn’t going to scratch that itch until I was sure that no one was going to get hurt.

13

LINCOLN

Aly dropped me off and I was able to coax her into one more passionate kiss before she playfully kicked me out of her car. I couldn’t stop grinning. She drove away, her eyes sparkling, all the anxiety over Gina’s intrusive questions forgotten.

I was glad she’d hit the brakes. Aly was too special to just climb into bed with. She wanted to go slow, and I respected that. Still, my body felt like a coil that had been wound too tightly.

Going inside, I skipped the stupid TV shows and went to bed. For the first time since the VA hospital, I was able to stretch out and it felt so much more comfortable than the couch. I kept my shoes on. If I was going to trade the couch for the bed, I was at least going to be able to get up at a moment’s notice.

Mrs. Washington had put clean sheets on, and the blankets made me feel warm and comforted. I wondered if this was what the rest of the world felt like every night before drifting off. I thought about Aly and our hot make-out session in the car. I would never look at the customer’s parking lot the same again.

I slept all the way through to the next day, surprising myself and making me re-evaluate my aversion to the bed. My phone was ringing from the nightstand. I picked it up and pressed the button to answer.

“Hello?”

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