His lips were warm, firm, parted. Like his touch, his kiss teased and tempted, a promise of heat, a whisper of excitement along her nerves, surging in her blood. Without thinking—Don’t think—she opened her mouth, inviting him in.
He deepened the kiss immediately, nudging inside her, licking inside her while his hand tightened on the back of her neck. Heat flared, blanketing her brain. She fisted her hand to pull him closer, wanting more. More heat, more contact, more tongue. He gave it to her, swamping her with sensations, the softness of his shirt, the roughness of his stubble, the taste and textures of his mouth.
His hand stroked from jaw to shoulder, brushing the outside curve of her breast, sliding from hip to thigh, rousing and soothing at the same time. Her skin tingled in the wake of his touch. She made a sound in her throat and strained forward, her knee bumping the gearshift.
“Let’s take this inside,” he said against her mouth. Another kiss, deep and drugging. “I want to come inside with you. Let me come.”
Oh, yes. Inside me. Come.
Allison broke the kiss, banging her head on the back of the seat.
“Easy.” He gathered her closer, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her neck.
His eyes were dark and dilated, his lips wet and close. She almost lunged for them again. No, no, no.
“I don’t do this,” she said. Not anymore.
His body tensed. Stilled. “Okay.”
“I can’t do this.” She struggled to remember the reasons why. “Your son is in my class.”
The inside of the cab was sweltering. Her breathing rasped in the quiet.
Matt eased back, his gaze on her face. “My son doesn’t have anything to do with this.”
From CAROLINA HOME.