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that both of them were pushing thirty. Will had done his share of kissing, and she’d been married —but this may as well have been the first kiss ever in the history of the world.
    He opened his eyes to find hers were closed, her lashes flicking. She had a stripe of brown shadow on her lids to match her brown eyes, but not too much make-up. Everything about Alexandra Elliot Russell was subtle. Proper. In the best of taste.
    Including this kiss. Will wondered what Alex would be like when she wasn’t so proper, when her hair was tangled, her cheeks flushed. What she would look like when he was so deep inside her—
    He shut his eyes. Down, boy. Way down. Talk about getting carried away. According to her, this wasn’t even a date.
    Did she go around kissing guys she wasn’t dating at the drop of a hat? Will didn’t think so. She’d been a little skittish. You didn’t get divorced without a lot of hurt and shit involved.
    Her ex-husband must be an idiot, but then, so was he. There was no point to thinking this kiss meant anything more than she was grateful for not getting her feet dirty.
    She made a noise as her tongue swept into his cheek. Kind of a squeaky groan. He could feel her tremble. Will’s groin tightened and he knew he was in trouble.
    He was pretty sure she was enjoying this as much as he was, and he was enjoying it a lot. So much so that he couldn’t remember the last time he kissed anybody and wanted to spread them out on the hood of a car and fu—
    His brain stopped. That wasn’t the right word to use around the princess at all, even if she couldn’t read his mind.
    He wasn’t an impulsive guy—he couldn’t afford to be. Work had come first for so long he’d almost forgotten how to talk to a woman. Not that he was talking now. He had much better uses for his teeth and tongue.
    She made that noise again, and he growled back at her. Her nails raked his scalp and he growled again.
    Could they do it in her car? No, his truck was better. Much more room. He had wishful-thinking condoms in the glove compartment. Jeez, he hadn’t screwed a girl in a vehicle since community college, and that hadn’t gone all that well.
    Suddenly her hands were on his chest and she was pushing him away.
    Screw was nicer than fuck, wasn’t it? Maybe she knew what he was thinking after all.
    He didn’t want to stop, but he did. Because even though he was feeling like an animal at the moment—a healthy, horny, highly functioning animal—he was a gentleman. He’d said so.
    She was breathless, her eyes wide with a kind of deer in the headlights look.
    “I need—I need to go home.”
    No, that wasn’t what she needed. It certainly wasn’t what he needed.
    “Okay.” His voice broke and he sounded like he was thirteen again.
    “Th-thank you for getting me to my car.” She slid down the hood, and her bare feet hit the ground.
    He touched her arm. “My pleasure. Do you want me to follow you home?”
    “Don’t be silly. I’m fine. I think I have sneakers in my trunk.”
    Sneakers? What the hell was she talking about?
    “Huh?”
    “Driving barefoot is illegal,” she said as she popped the trunk.
    “Urban legend.”
    She looked up in doubt. Her lips were pink and swollen and he wanted to get at them again.
    “Really. Look, I’ll Google.” Will pulled out his phone and tapped out his query while she rummaged around in the trunk. “Here. See?”
    She’d stuffed her foot into one mangy looking Nike and hopped over. “Legal but not recommended. I’ve had enough car trouble for one day. All I need is for my foot to slip off the brake.”
    “One of my brothers-in-law is a cop. I can get you out of a ticket.” Will had never asked, but there was always a first time. He might have to give Mike his Patriots tickets, and then his sisters would kill him. They had all chipped in last Christmas to get him seats for three home games. Kelly, Jen and Katie loved their little brother now that he was bigger than all three