She walked in a way that made him want to stand and watch her for hours. Sure, it was just like everyone else, one foot in front of the other, but she made it a statement. With each step, her hips swayed from side to side, and her ponytail swished behind her. Her shoulders were so straight, and her chin was tilted up, making her look like a confident sex kitten about to devour him like a hungry lioness.

He could hear the gravel crunching beneath her heels, but she never faltered. When she finally got to him, she stopped and ran her gaze over his body as he remained where he was.

He knew she’d notice the huge hard-on pressing against his jeans, and he also knew the moment when she saw it because her tongue came out, licking at her lips again.

“You do that a lot, you know?”

Her eyes came back to his as she raised questioning brow at him.

“What’s that?”

“Look at my cock and lick your lips.”

She took a step closer, and he had to uncross his legs or she would have bumped into them. Reaching over beside him, she tossed her little purse in the back of his truck, and then moved one more step closer until she was positioned snugly between his thighs with her amazing breasts pressed against his chest. He watched as the lips in question tipped up in a sexy smile.

“That’s because I want to lick it,” she informed him in true man-eater style, bold and to the point.

Josh clenched his teeth and his hands. As of right now, she still hadn’t given him permission to touch her, and she hadn’t touched him either.

“You don’t have a subtle bone in your body, do you, Shel?”

He watched as she looked at his mouth, and then let her eyes come back up to his.

* * *

Shelly was breathing hard as she felt his inner thighs flex around the outside of hers. His hands were resting down by his legs, and she decided it was time to touch. Raising her hand, she ran a finger over the shoulder of the smooth and supple leather jacket.

“Why be subtle? We both know what we want, and we’re both consenting adults.”

She felt him take a breath as his whole body shuddered, and then she watched as he raised a hand and let it go to her hip. The minute he placed it on her she could have sworn she felt electricity and heat sizzle all along her frustrated nerves. It had been so long since she’d had great sex, and she knew this was going to be fantastic. Hell, the guy almost has me coming from touching my hip.

“That’s true, and the last thing I remember was us coming to an agreement.”

Shelly nodded. “Well, yes, a verbal one.” Then, she leaned forward until her lips were by his ear and took a deep breath of his delicious cologne. “Now, we need to seal it,” she whispered.

She heard him groan as his fingers flexed on her hip, tugging her forward. Placing her hands on his chest, she squeezed his tight pecs. Damn, the man is built beneath that black T-shirt. She couldn’t wait to rip his shirt off and rub all over his hard naked chest.

He leaned his head down a little, and she could no longer resist flicking her tongue out to swipe at his lobe. She felt his other hand come up, pulling her in so close that she could now feel his erection pushing into the apex of her thighs. He groaned and flexed his hips.

Shelly chuckled in his ear and asked, “So, we’re going to do this out here?”

Although she was completely scandalized by the idea, Shelly also had to admit that she was completely turned on. Another deciding factor was she wanted to know if he could actually do that out here.

“That’s the plan. I want this set in stone before you strut away from me.”

“Hmm,” she moaned, rubbing her aching mound against his hardness.

God, that feels incredible.

Running her hands down his chest to his stomach, she gripped his shirt and started bunching it up. He rocked his hips against her, and then turned his head.

“Give me your fucking mouth, woman.”

Feeling herself clench and dampen, Shelly smiled before she laid her lips against his.

* * *

His head was about to explode.

Both of them.

The woman was molten lava, and she was melting him with every touch. Her hot little hands were busy burrowing in under his shirt, and her glossy lips were now parting beneath his. He groaned, and without any finesse or preliminaries, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned, gripping his shirt, as he yanked her up against his cock.

Goddamn, she is sweet. Sweet, hot, and wickedly sexy.

Just when he thought he was about to combust, she lifted her hands from under his shirt and wrapped them around his neck, tugging on the hair brushing his collar, ramping up the temperature all over again.

He ran one hand over the curve of her sweet ass, then all the way up her spine, and when he reached the back of her neck, he gripped it, pulling her away from him.

Panting, she stopped as she looked at him.

Amazing, he thought as he tried to catch his own breath. She is absolutely fucking amazing. Her eyes were wide and dilated, her cheeks were rosy and flushed, and her wet mouth was parted as she squirmed against him.

“I believe we’re supposed to do something very specific to seal this deal,” he pointed out, squeezing her hip and neck gently.

He watched her swallow and then nod as she reached between them to unbutton his jeans. Looking around the parking lot, he was starting to get a little nervous. She’s going to do this here—for real? He’d just been teasing her, but as he felt her pull his zipper down, he knew she was going for it.

Taking his hand from the back of her neck, he turned them so his back was to the club, and she was shielded from any eyes. It also gave her the opportunity to see if anyone was coming.

Well, anyone other than us.

“Well then, now that you have me here and your hands are down my pants, what are you going to do with me?”

She brought her sex-clouded eyes to his as she reached down to grab the hand he had on her hip, bringing it to her bare thigh.

“I’m going to keep my hands down your pants, and you need to get this hand up my skirt.”

Feeling a grin tug at the corners of his mouth, Josh asked, “Is that right?”

Nodding, she bit her lip. “That’s right.”

Running his fingers up her naked skin, he smoothed them around her hot thigh, moving to the inside. Sliding his fingers up and in between, she started to pant and squirm as her busy hands slid deeper into his jeans. Now inside his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around his aching cock.

He took a breath and asked, “And when all is in hand?”

She smiled in a way that made him think she’d just devoured him.

“Then we come all over each other.”

* * *

Holy shit. Did I really just say that?What is wrong with me?

She’d always been a sexually confident person, but she’d never ever behaved this way before. It had to be him.

She watched a wolfish grin appear on his mouth, and then she shuddered when she finally felt his fingers trace her soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Hmm,” she moaned, gripping and stroking his hot hard flesh between her hands. “And you’re so deliciously hard.”

He didn’t waste much time after that, and she figured if he felt anything like her, they were pretty damn close to erupting like a volcano.

Finding the edge of her lace panties, he pulled it aside, sneaking his fingers in to slide through her folds. She couldn’t help the loud moan that tore out of her as she gripped his cock, stroking it up and down once, then twice, and again, keeping time with his fingers that were teasing and gliding between her thighs.

She couldn’t believe she was standing in a parking lot, mutually getting off some guy that she’d sworn she wouldn’t touch. But as his finger finally pushed into her, she panted and clenched her thighs around his hand, rocking onto him, thinking that all her good intentions could take a flying leap.

She heard him let out his own groan as his fingers pushed in deeper, and she dragged her hand up and down his throbbing flesh. She noticed he watched her face as he dragged his fingers in and out. While she continued to stroke him, they rocked their pelvises against one another’s hands.

Then, in a voice so deep and low she almost didn’t hear, he said, “For fuck’s sake, Monroe, come on me.”

That did it. She felt her climax slam into her as she squeezed her thighs around his hand, screaming as she came all over his fingers. She gripped his cock tight and milked him as he groaned. She felt his hips piston in her palm—once, twice—and then he buried his face in her neck as he came all over her hand.

Hmm, so damn messy and unrefined.

Oh, yes, Josh Daniels would deliver, and she couldn’t wait.

* * *

Josh was breathing hard as he stood on shaky legs with a hand burrowed beneath her skirt and his mouth pressed against that pretty neck. When he finally caught his breath and moved back an inch to look down at her, he was satisfied to see her eyes were glassy, and her lips were swollen.

Mission accomplished.

Other than those two differences though, she was still completely put together for someone who’d just screamed out an ear-shattering climax into the night.

Her hair looked perfect, and her dress was not even an inch out of place, except for the middle of the skirt that was riding high over his wrist. Slowly, he dragged his hand out from under her dress as she removed her hands from his jeans. He turned and reached into the truck, pulling out an old rag he had back there.