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pants.
    Something he hadn't ever done, even when he was in high school.
    He slid his hands up the backs of her legs, under her skirt so he could cup her ass through the thin satin of her panties. She was perfect in his hands, firm but soft, overflowing his broad palms. Kelly had exactly the kind of body he liked. Athletic but womanly. Curved in all the right places, tall and strong enough that he wouldn't have to worry about going easy on her.
    Kelly wrapped one long, strong leg around his hip, grinding her crotch against the bulge of his fly. Even through the heavy fabric her damp heat scorched him. No question, Kelly Sullivan could take everything he had to give.
    She reached behind her, fumbling for the doorknob, but Nick stopped her as a fantasy he'd harbored for a long, long time took root in his brain.
    He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down the walk.
    Dazed, she followed him for a few steps, but then started tugging at his hand. "What are you doing?"
    He didn't answer, just yanked the truck door open and practically threw her inside.
    "Where are we going?" Her tone was sharp with creeping impatience.
    He revved the truck engine and turned to grin at her. "You said you wanted your high school fling, right?"
    She nodded, but a tiny frown knit her eyebrows together.
    "Ever been parking?"
    Her frown melted into a naughty grin as she slid across the bench seat and glued herself to his side.
    The quiet of the truck cab hummed with anticipation. Nick's hand gripped her thigh, his fingers teasing the soft inner curve. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine, spicy scent as she struggled to keep her breathing even. Her belly clenched as he pulled off the road, ignoring NO TRESPASSING signs as he followed a dirt driveway into a clearing several hundred yards off the road.
    She bit her lip, feeling as nervous as the high school girl she was pretending to be. "What if someone comes up here?"
    Nick turned off the ignition and leaned toward her. "This is a building site we're working on. No one's gonna bother us." Moonlight glowed through the sunroof, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and jaw. His lips parted as he bent his dark head, but instead of taking her mouth as she expected, Nick curved his hand around the nape of her neck and trailed soft kisses across her temple, down her cheek, to the corner of her mouth.
    "What's your curfew?" he whispered, fingers trailing down her arm.
    Kelly smiled, playing along. "I don't have one. My mom's not around, and my dad works nights."
    "Mmm, no parental supervision," he murmured, flicking the seam of her lips lightly with his tongue.
    "That's right," she whispered against his mouth, "I can stay out all night if I want to."
    His lips slid against hers, his tongue licking inside her mouth in a caress that made her toes curl inside her Keds.
    "Move over," he whispered, pushing her across the bench seat as he climbed over the gearshift to the passenger side. She awkwardly twisted until she sat sideways across his lap, her arm squeezed against his chest and her back against the door. With a little grunting and twisting, she found herself straddled on Nick's lap, her skirt up around her waist. He reached down alongside the seat, and with an abrupt jerk the seat slid back several inches.
    "Now that's better." His hands settled around her waist, the heat of his palms radiating through the thin cotton of her shirt. He kissed her, long, slow, wet kisses that sent jolts of sensation pulsing between her legs. It wasn't enough. She wanted to feel his skin, see if it was as hot and smooth as she'd always imagined. She tugged his shirt out of his waistband and shoved it up his chest. A soft, satisfied murmur escaped her at the feel of his hot, silky skin against her palms.
    He obligingly hooked an arm around to yank it over his head. “I want to take your shirt off, Kelly," he said. "Will you let me?"
    Her nails combed through the crisp hair on his chest