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and made his way through the crowd. He tapped his brother's shoulder, and Liam turned with a scowl.
    "Heading back. Kennedy's driving."
    "I got a ride," Liam replied, cupping the blonde's ass and making her laugh.
    Luke looked from his brother to the blonde. She smiled. "I have a DD. I'll get him back in one piece."
    "Thanks," Luke said, backing away. "You two have fun."
    "You two, too," Liam replied, cracking himself up.
    Yeah, that was kinda what Luke was afraid of.
    Kennedy drove his truck cautiously, though he knew she'd driven big trucks, hell, she used to haul trailers. Maybe it was the fact that it was his truck that had her moving so slow. But she got them back to the trailer and geez, just like that his libido came out to play. She'd wrapped up in her ugly coat, but his mind's eye could still see her nipples poking against the fabric of her shirt. He couldn't even rub one out in the RV with her so close, listening.
    Desire overrode reason with every step toward the door. Part of it was the beer, sure, he could place blame there, but part was just need. He needed her.
    He walked into the RV first and turned to face her, his hip against the counter, his arms folded over his chest. She shrugged out of her coat and placed it over the edge of the couch.  
    "Show them to me."
    "What?" Her gaze snapped to his.
    "You offered. I'll stop staring if you show them to me."
    "I was joking."
    Of course she'd been. But he couldn't think of anything else. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
    "I thought we weren't going to do this," she murmured, shifting her weight from one foot to another.
    "You didn't seem so against it when we were dancing. Christ, you felt so good rubbing against me. I know you could tell it made me hard. Show them to me, Kennedy."
    Her gaze flicked to his fly. "And when I do? Do you want to touch them?"
    His mouth went dry. "Maybe."
    "Kiss them?"
    Just thinking about it made his dick throb painfully. "Yes."
    "Are you asking me to go to bed with you, Luke?"
    Was he? "God, yes."
    "In payment for me staying here?"
    He shook his head hard enough to make himself dizzy. "Because you're making me fucking crazy. Let me. See them."
    She reached for the neckline of her t-shirt, moving in slow motion. He made a strangled sound, meaningless, his gaze fixed on her tits. She tugged the fabric down beneath her breasts, bra and all, leaving creamy flesh and dark-tipped nipples, tight and long, exposed. He'd never wanted anything as much as he wanted to suck her nipple into his mouth, to feel it against his tongue. Jesus, he'd never even kissed her.  
    She released the fabric, leaving it framing her bare breasts, and stepped close enough to grasp the placket of his shirt and pull. The sound of the snaps parting echoed in the quiet RV, and she leaned against him with a moan, rubbing her breasts in his chest hair.
    He swore, and in one move, grabbed her wrists and spun her so her back was to the wall, hands pinned above her head. He leaned close so she'd rub against him some more--Christ, his cock hurt--and covered her lips with his.  
    Her mouth was hot and spicy. He couldn't place where the flavor might come from, except that it was her taste, and he wanted more. Keeping one hand bracketed around her wrists, he looped the other around her waist and dragged her closer, pulling her up on her toes, thrusting his tongue deeper. She responded quickly, sliding her tongue against his, angling her head to invite more.  
    Then feeling her breasts against his chest wasn't enough. "I want to touch you."
    "Yes." She shifted to free his hand from where it was trapped between her body and the wall. "Yes."
    He curled his fingers around the firm flesh, rubbing his fingertips over her peaked tip. She gasped into his mouth and arched into him, pressing her belly into his dick. He opened and closed his hand around her wrists again.  
    "Do you like this?" he asked, his voice rough, his breath stirring the hair at her throat.
    "God.