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pushed the memory away. ‘It was either by myself or not at all.’
    He nodded approvingly and turned up the heater. ‘Travelling alone’s not a bad thing. It’s been good for me.’ They lapsed into companionable silence punctuated by the slap slap of the wiper blades and non-stop country hits on the radio.
    At the rest stop, he parked the truck. ‘Come on.’ He motioned to the berth. ‘I’ll show you around.’
    A frisson of fear passed through the pit of her stomach as she watched him disappear up over the seat behind the curtains. That was quickly tempered by the view of his bum, which nicely filled out his jeans. She followed him over the seat, feeling suddenly, strangely naughty.
    He switched on a muted overhead light, and she found herself on a large mattress covered in a dark blue duvet.
    ‘Home sweet home,’ he said.
    She sniffed and sighed. The smelled of clean laundry didn’t quite mask the scent of dream-filled sleep, body heat, and the cocktail of male pheromones that made her want. She fought back the urge to bury her face in his pillow, to wrap herself in his sheets, to cover herself in his tantalizing scent. ‘It’s so tidy,’ she breathed.
    ‘I spend a lot of time back here, so I like it to be neat, you know, a well-ordered personal space and all.’ He nodded to the bed. ‘The guest room’s ready.’
    As she slipped out of the jacket, for the briefest of seconds his eyes lingered on her nipples, fully erect beneath her wet vest and aching from the chill. She had worn no bra because it made her feel sexy to drive down the wide expanses of American highway with her tits free. There hadn’t been nearly enough feeling sexy since her break-up with Mark, so she did what she could. She didn’t wear panties either. She had discovered she could masturbate while driving down the interstate and no one ever suspected.
    ‘You’re so wet,’ he said.
    Wetter than he knew, she suddenly realised.
    ‘You’re shivering. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes and under the blankets. How long were you standing out in the rain before I …?’ He stopped mid-sentence as she slipped the vest over her head and reached her arms out to him.
    ‘I’m so cold,’ she whispered, inwardly shocked that she would be so bold. Was it just being so far from home, feeling so alone, or was this her way of getting even with Mark? At the moment she didn’t care.
    Without hesitation, he slipped his own shirt off and pulled her close. ‘Body heat’s the best way to warm up,’ he said.
    She felt his intake of breath as her cold breasts pressed against his chest, and his arms encircled her in warmth. ‘Your skirt, get out of it, and get under the covers.’ As he shimmied it down over her hips, his gaze came to rest on her clean-shaven mound where her knickers would have been, had she been wearing any, and he brushed rough fingertips over her smoothness. ‘Typical English?’ he asked with a soft chuckle.
    She lifted her hips for a closer brush with his palm. ‘Typical me,’ she replied, noticing the bulge now distorting the front of his jeans.
    When she was naked, he nestled her down next to him and pulled the duvet over them. He smelled of clean perspiration and maleness that reminded her body just how long it had been since she’d had a good shag.
    She fumbled with his zipper. ‘I need more body heat,’ she whispered against his throat.
    As he reached down to help her with his fly, she ran a hand inside his waist band to cup his arse cheeks, feeling them clench and tighten with her caress, as he wriggled his jeans off over his bum.
    ‘No underpants? Is that typical American?’
    ‘Typical me,’ he said.
    She felt his erection, now free from restraint, bounce against her cold tummy.
    He gasped. ‘You’re like ice.’
    ‘Then give me more body heat,’ she demanded.
    He took her mouth, teasing her lips apart and caressing her tongue with his until she was breathless.
    Then he pulled away slightly and