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“Can't have a lady cold.”
    Jim ran his eyes all over her. She was huddled in his beat-to-shit leather jacket, her face turned down, her long hair falling over her shoulder and curling up into her cleavage. She might have come across as a seducer, but the truth was she was a good girl who was in over her head.
    “Do you want to talk?” he said, because she deserved better than what he wanted from her.
    “No.” She shook her head. “No, I want to do...something.”
    Okay, Jim was definitely not kind. He was a man who was a palm's reach away from a beautiful woman, and even though she was giving off vulnerable vibes, playing therapist with her was not the sort of horizontal he was after.
    As her eyes lifted, they were orphan sad. “Please...kiss me?”
    Jim held back, her expression putting the brakes on him and then some. “You sure about this?”

    She swept her hair over her shoulder and tucked it behind her ear.
    When she nodded, the dime-size diamond in her lobe flashed.
    “Yes...very. Kiss me.”
    When she held his stare and didn't look away, Jim leaned in, feeling ensnared and not minding in the slightest. “I'll go slow.”
    Oh...God...
    Her lips were every bit as soft as he'd imagined, and he stroked her mouth carefully with his own, afraid he would crush her. She was sweet, she was warm, and she trusted him to set the careful pace, welcoming his tongue inside of her, then later shifting back so that his palm could ease down from her face to her collarbone...to her full breast.
    Which changed the tempo of things.
    Abruptly, she sat up and took off his jacket. “Zipper's in the back.”
    His rough workman's hands found it quick, and he worried about marring the blue dress as he drew the fastening downward. And then he stopped thinking as she took the top from her breasts herself, revealing a satin-and-lace bra that probably cost as much as his truck.
    Through the fine material, her nipples were peaked, and in the shadows thrown by the dim light of the dash, they were feast-for-the-starved spectacular.
    “My breasts are real,” she said softly. “He wanted me to get implants, but I...I don't want them.”
    Jim frowned, thinking that whatever pig asshole had come up with that one deserved an eye operation—performed by a tire iron. “Don't do it. You're beautiful.”
    “Really?” Her voice wavered.
    “Truly.”

    Her shy smile meant too much to him, piercing through his chest, going too deep. He knew all about the ugly side of life, had been through the kinds of things that could make a single day feel like it lasted a month, and he wished her none of that. Seemed, though, she'd had plenty of hard cracks herself.
    Jim reached over and turned the heater on to warm her.
    When he eased back, she swept aside one of the bra's cups and framed herself with her hand, offering the nipple to him.
    “You're amazing,” he whispered.
    Jim bent down and captured her flesh with his lips, sucking on her gently. As she gasped and thrust her hands into his hair, her breast cushioned his mouth and he had a moment of raw lust, the kind that turned men into animals.
    Except then he remembered the way she'd looked at him, and he knew he wasn't going to have sex with her. He was going to take care of her, here in the truck cab, with the heater going and the windows fogging up. He was going to show her how beautiful she was and how perfect her body looked and felt and...tasted. But he wasn't taking anything for himself.
    Hell, maybe he wasn't all bad.
    You sure about that? his inner voice cut in. Are you really sure about that? No, he wasn't. But Jim laid her down on the seat and wadded his leather jacket into a pillow for her head and vowed to do the right thing.
    Man...she was drop-dead gorgeous, a lost, exotic bird who'd found a chicken coop for shelter. Why on God's green earth did she want him?
    “Kiss me,” she breathed.
    Just as he braced his weight on his heavy arms and leaned over her, he caught sight of the