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bubbled from her and he rumbled a response. Then he brought his weight down upon her, pinning her securely beneath him.
    Gasping, she pulled him closer, hitching a thigh around his hip and bringing his erection against her.
    He groaned and fumbled to get her coat off. She worked over his too, until she was able to slide the heavy wool off his shoulders. He tossed it over the seat. Leaving her coat on but open down the front, he dropped his head to the swell of her breasts, nuzzling the cleavage she’d spritzed with perfume before leaving for the party.
    His soft hair caressed her skin, lighting a fire in her that blazed out of control. Once he touched her, she wasn’t going to hold out for long.
    “So sweet. Damn, do you know how much I love this shirt?” He popped the top two buttons, exposing her lacy bra. He issued a noise from the back of his throat that made her feel beautiful and desirable—two things she hadn’t known for many years.
    A shiver ran down her spine.
    “You’re cold.”
    “Far from it.”
    His dark eyes burned into hers. Their mouths were inches away and it felt entirely natural to surge upward and capture his lips. The hard planes of his body sank against her again. Musk and the leather from the seats lingered in her head. If she lived to be a hundred, she’d remember this moment. The fire in her belly was bigger than anything she’d ever experienced. Hell, it was the man. Mason was larger than life.
    He traced the lines of her ribs, down to the hollow of her stomach. She tensed a bit, too aware of the loose skin that was the result of carrying a nine-pound child. Her body was far from perfect. Stretch marks marred her hips and lower belly too. Would Mason care?
    Locating the indentation of her navel, he pressed his thumb into it. As he kissed her, his smile spread over her lips.
    “I want you, Eva. But not here. In my bed.”
    He swung a leg over the console and dropped into the driver’s seat with a thump. She sat up and searched around for the handle to adjust the seat into an upright position.
    When she’d fixed her seat and righted her blouse and coat, she looked up to find his gaze on her. Warmth pooled in her cheeks and slipped south between her thighs. She resisted the urge to wriggle to ease her need.
    The faint blue moonlight trickled over his carved features, etching them in a surreal glow. Now that she’d explored his seemingly hard lips and knew they were soft, she saw them in a new light. Everything about him was amplified, bigger and better now that she knew him more intimately.
    A tingle took up residence in her core. By morning, she’d know him in ways she’d never contemplated.
    He reached across the space and stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “So beautiful. Tell me to put this truck in gear and get on the road before I attack you again, Eva.”
    She laughed, a free sound that filled the cab. When had she last laughed with such abandon? Suddenly her cares and responsibilities were nonexistent. After a quick call to Abby, she was set.
    Placing her hand atop Mason’s, she guided it to the gear shift. Holding his glittering gaze, she said, “Take me home with you, Mason.”
     
    Blood surged through Mason’s body, pounding in his ears, throbbing in his fingertips and pooling in his groin until he thought he’d scream with the need to blow. He was on the verge of losing control, and that was the last thing he wanted the first time he took Eva to bed.
    Grinding his molars, he fixed his gaze on the road and tried to concentrate on driving rather than tearing off her clothes.
    He ran the point of his tongue over the roof of his mouth. Damn, he could still taste her. Sweet vanilla and feminine musk. If her mouth tasted that good, how would her body taste? Images flitted through his head, of peeling off her leopard skirt and going down between her thighs.
    Reaching across the console, he planted a hand on her knee. The flesh was bare and slightly chilled. He