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actually do that to her. But damn if the urges weren’t kicking him in the ass.
    Shoving the tangled thoughts away, he found her neck with his lips again. The little gasp she gave echoed through his body until he was strung tight and aching. Goddammit . When was the last time a woman had thrown his body into this much of a frenzy?
    Her hands gripped onto his shoulders. “Brady.”
    The low, throaty sound of her voice filled him with satisfaction as he continued to taste her.
    “Sailor boy,” she said louder.
    He drew back, a retort on the tip of his tongue. He’d make good on his promise to cure her of saying that yet.
    “Your place or mine?”
    The question froze the words in his mouth and his brain went blank even as his cock strained against his shorts. He blinked and narrowed his gaze, and slid his thumb to rest over the staccato beat of the artery in her neck, assessing her every way he could. “You sure?”
    She gave him a wicked grin, though its impact was lessened by her breathlessness. “One-night-only offer. Going, going—”
    “Yours.”
    She nodded to her truck and gave him a little push. “Get in.”
    Brady hauled ass around to the passenger side. He’d pick his truck up at the end of his run tomorrow. She unlocked the door just as he reached for the handle. One night only . This woman was freaking perfect for him. And exactly what he needed right now.
    He slid up onto the wide bench seat of the big beast of a truck and pulled the creaky door closed behind him. She fumbled getting the keys into the ignition for a moment, but then the engine came to life on a low rumble. He clicked his seat belt into place, his brain a racing train of mental high fives and erotic plans to show Joss his appreciation for taking him home.
    The engine went dead.
    His gaze cut to Joss, who sat staring straight ahead, her hand on the key.
    “Are you o— Whoa. What—”

    Joss shot across the seat at Brady and crawled into his lap, straddling him and grasping for his face. Then she kissed him, lips pulling, tongue probing, hips grinding down against a pronounced bulge.
    She never did this. Never . But did she ever need it. And why not? She was single. She was an adult. And, dammit, she wanted him.
    Maybe it was seeing Ethan this morning. Or maybe it was the wound Ethan’s new pregnant fiancée reopened. Or maybe it was no more complicated than this man making her want and feel things she’d never felt before. And it didn’t hurt that he wanted her—that was apparent in the urgency of his grip and the rigid hard-on between her legs. She needed that feeling of being wanted, even if it was fleeting, temporary, just for this one night.
    All she knew was she couldn’t wait to have him. Didn’t want to.
    Brady’s hands stroked over her breasts and she gasped, and then his fingers found the hem of her shirt, her bare stomach.
    A red-hot thrill spiraled through her at the skin-on-skin contact, following by a quick niggling thought: You’re doing this here because you’re afraid you’ll get cold feet before you get home. Or he will .
    She shoved the thought away and gave in to the heat of his hands palming her breasts over her bra. She spared a glance at the window over his shoulder and found the lot had emptied save for a dark car parked here or there. Though they were in public, they were alone here, sheltered by the dark shadow the building threw.
    Brady’s hands withdrew and he grasped hers. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want—”
    “Is this too crazy?” Doubt and an old insecurity squeezed her stomach. Want me .
    He stroked his knuckles over her cheek. “Only in a good way. I just don’t want you doing something you’ll regret.”
    She shrugged, forcing a casualness she didn’t really feel. “I wouldn’t regret you, Brady.”
    He tilted his head, appraising her. Something dark passed over his expression, but then Joss squirmed, reminding them both just how close they were. His hands gripped her hips