WHOA

The seriously cute redhead with skin like moonlight and curves that wouldn’t quit who reminded Sailor of… someone hadn’t been joking with that breathless statement. She was kissing him. She wasn’t very good at it. But who the fuck cared when she tasted so damn good? And felt so good? And smelled so good?

And also didn’t seem to care that he had to smell of grass and dirt and sweat.

Moving his hand from the lush curve of her hip and up her spine to grip the back of her head, he angled her just right, and then he feasted. She moaned in her throat, a husky purr of a thing that had his cock coming to hard attention. Sailor immediately decided he wanted to hear that sound again, would learn what made her utter it.

Shifting on his heel, he pressed her up against the door of his truck. Her body was sweet and lush, her breasts soft mounds he wanted to bite and caress and see naked. First things first however: he licked his tongue over hers.

She turned her head.

Sailor groaned inside but pulled back, his chest heaving. “You want to go?” He didn’t normally pounce on women two seconds after meeting them, but in his defense, she was the one who’d done the initial pouncing.

Sailor liked to think of himself as a good guy—but he was still a guy. And she was the most erotically gorgeous woman he’d ever held in his arms. It wasn’t as if he were going to turn her down when she made the offer.

Big gray-green eyes held his, the pupils dilated. “Do you have a girlfriend, wife—”

“No.” Sailor wanted to put his hands all over her, wanted to trail his lips across her skin until it flushed a delicious pink. “I’m married to my business. She’s also my very demanding mistress. Doesn’t tolerate other women for long periods.”

The redhead looked toward the redbrick of the school building. “It’s light. Someone will see.”

Breath catching in his throat, Sailor said, “Back seat of my truck?” He hadn’t made out in a car since he was seventeen. However, for this sexy redhead who kissed like an innocent but had a body made for sin, he was game.

“What?” Her eyes went huge. “No.”

He kissed her again, her kiss-swollen lips too tempting to resist and her taste making him want to lick his tongue into other, more secret places. Only when he had her gasping for breath, her nails digging into his chest, did he say, “Windows are tinted, windscreen looks out toward the empty grounds. No one will see.”

Her chest heaved up and down even as the confusion and shock in her eyes tugged at his memories.

Then she said, “Okay.”

Hot damn!

Sailor pushed off her. “Let me just move some stuff from the back seat to the bed of the truck.” He didn’t want to give the redhead time to change her mind, but he hadn’t exactly been expecting a back seat make-out session. He had parts for a sprinkler system stacked back there.

He was halfway through his task and moving as quickly as possible when he heard the slam of a car door. Two seconds after that, the blue compact next to his truck backed out with a screech. The car raced down the drive the next second, taking his former partner-in-kissing with it.

Sailor just stood there, not sure just what had happened. His head was ringing, his cock was painfully hard, and he had the feeling he’d just been used and discarded by the cute redhead with the equally cute accent and curves made for his hands to plunder.

His brain went click.

Firelight hair. Moonlight skin. Gray-green eyes.

He’d thought she was cute seven years ago too, when Cody had brought her along to that party in the warehouse. Sailor had only had a short while to admire her before Cody turned into the asshole of the year and dumped her in front of the entire party. Sailor couldn’t remember the other male’s exact words, but he vividly remembered the pain and shock in the redhead’s eyes.

That night she’d disappeared without a trace into the night.

As she’d now disappeared down the drive.

Hands on his hips, Sailor narrowed his eyes at the long length of that drive. “I’m not sixteen anymore, Ms. Redhead. And I know where you work.” His lips curved into a deeply satisfied smile.

This wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot.