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against him.
    This girl was one damn fine distraction. Just what Brady needed.
    Grasping her face, he stroked his tongue against her lips, praying for her to open to his exploration. She did, but not in the way he expected. She invaded him , her tongue pushing forward to entwine with his.
    Oh, damn. She smelled like peaches and tasted like sin. And there was that piercing, hard and pebbled and slick against the softness of his mouth. Brady had thought he couldn’t get any harder, but the wet slide of that metal ball shot his body into overdrive. He rocked his hips into hers and groaned in victory when she pressed right back and scratched her fingers against his scalp.
    Brady was no stranger to women, but this one was full of contradictions that drove him wild. She had a smart mouth and a sharp wit, but blushed in a way that revealed vulnerability. She gave off an untouchable vibe, but jumped into him at the sound of fireworks. With the tattoos, pink highlights, and tongue piercing, she came off as rebellious, but she worked with kids. Joss was like a puzzle with ever-changing pieces, and it threw him off-kilter, made him feel like he was on a collision course he couldn’t avoid and wouldn’t want to anyway. The desperate noises she made, the enthusiastic sway and press of her curves, her futile effort to grasp and tug at his short hair—he’d remember the sound and feel of her for a long time.
    She was marking him, as surely as the metal that pierced her tongue and the ink that tattooed her skin marked her.
    At the thought, unease flashed through him. There was nothing permanent about what was going on here. And there never would be. He groaned against her skin. For fuck’s sake, throw yourself a pity party later, Scott . He focused on the fact that she was as game as he was to give in to the crazy attraction between them. Icing on his lust cake. That’s what this was about.
    Memories like these were good, necessary, because they were all he’d ever let himself have.
    He shifted, bringing his leg between hers. Joss whimpered into their kiss as his thigh pressed in tight right where she was eager to have him, judging by the way she ground herself forward against his quad. Damn it all but the heat pouring through that thin skirt was fantastic and infuriating, because he knew it wouldn’t compare to the searing grip of being buried deep inside her.
    Needing more of her, he tilted her face back and dragged his lips along the line of her jaw. Remembering how she’d shivered on the blanket, he paused at her ear, nipping and licking, all the while reveling in the rasping breaths she released and the guiding hand she kept on the back of his head.
    “Oh, God. What are we—”
    “Nothing you don’t want,” he whispered into her ear. “You just say the word and I back off.” Even if it would leave him unable to walk.
    She rocked her hips into him, creating a maddening friction that made his blood pound through his veins. Continuing on his journey, Brady dragged his tongue down her neck, relishing the salty-sweet taste of her skin. His hands joined in the exploration, cupping the sides of her breasts.
    She threw her head back on a gasping moan.
    Watching her face closely, he swiped his thumbs over her raised nipples, clearly outlined by her thin shirt.
    Joss’s whole body sagged against the door of her truck and her mouth dropped into an erotic oval. Damn, she looked fucking gorgeous against the chrome and glass and faded red steel of the old Ford.
    Glancing to his right, Brady surveyed the wide, emptying parking lot. They were alone in this corner now, and the only remaining line of cars snaked closer to the far side, along the street.
    God, he really wanted her. He had no idea what she was game for, but he wanted to be so far inside her, all the shit in his head would go away for good. He could just lift her up, work his way under that flimsy skirt, and take her against the truck. It would be so easy. Not that he would