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than surface streets for her. He didn’t argue and she was sure he’d have no complaints about the extra miles when they arrived at his place.
    They were unable to stop touching, his hand moving from the gearshift to her leg at every stop, kisses at red lights. As soon as they got onto 90, she leaned over the console and kissed his cheek. He smelled so good and she could feel his whole body responding to her.
    He gave her a sideways kiss while trying to keep his eyes forward and on the road. Then another, and another. “Okay,” he said. “We have to stop. I don’t want to get us killed.” But his right hand was rubbing up and down her thigh, squeezing. She loved it, watching him trying to concentrate but being unable to because of his longing for her . For her and her alone. She was the only woman in the world to him right now and nothing made her hotter. Each touch of his lips, each flick of his tongue tingled through her, not satiating the hunger, but intensifying it, making her braver, bolder, putting her back in control of the situation.
    She brushed her cheek along his, lightly kissing the corner of his mouth. His breathing was getting deeper. He shifted in the seat. He let out a groan and the wicked look she’d seen in his eyes earlier seeped into his voice. “Behave,” he demanded, but everything else about him was saying don’t stop!
    And so she didn’t, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “No,” he said but didn’t try to stop her, catching his breath as she wrapped her cold hand around him. The Ford jerked and swayed as he swerved into the right lane. “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Taking the next exit.”
    “No! Let’s go to your place.”
    “I need a full-on kiss now .”
    “A kiss?” she asked. “Is that what you need?”
    “Among other things, yes, I do.”
    She looked at the approaching exit. “There’s nothing here. Keep going. Please.”
    “Okay. But…”
    “But what?” she asked, noting that there was just enough space between the steering wheel and his hips for her head.
    He put his hand on hers and gently pulled it away from his crotch. “You have to behave. Just until we get there. Nothing spoils the mood like a car accident.”
    His wicked look and tone were ever so slightly beginning to fade and she didn’t like it. “You really want me to behave?”
    “Our first time…shouldn’t be…”
    She laughed and nuzzled into his shoulder, leather and that manly cologne she’d never smelled on anyone before. “You are so sweet!”
    “Yeah, I’m a real humanitarian…on my way to have sex with a student half my age.”
    “Former student,” she said, kissing his cheek, and taking him in her hand again. She whispered in his ear, “Welcome to Cleveland,” and began her descent.

5
    S eth Hardy was half asleep but he was smiling and felt so incredibly good that he was almost afraid to wake up. As he drifted toward consciousness, he realized that the past twenty-four hours had either been nothing more than a wonderful, sexy dream—which would be a little disappointing—or he was in a bit of a pickle. When he opened his eyes, he and Kerri Engel were on opposite sides of the king-sized bed, naked, he on his back, she on her stomach, like they had been caught up in and discarded by some great storm. Still asleep, Kerri looked too innocent—save the rug burns on her pert, round ass—to be the vixen he’d met at Coffee and Books yesterday. The sheets and blankets were on the floor. He gathered them and covered her, gently tucking them around her shoulders. She stirred a little and without opening her eyes or waking up, sighed, “I love you, Seth.”
    Definitely a pickle.
    He put on a well-worn, blue robe and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, wondering what he had in the house for breakfast. He knew she was a vegetarian but wasn’t sure what variety. He had eggs, which she may or may not eat, bacon which was clearly out, pancakes, which