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Mrs. Goodwyn just smiled at him and said, “Oh hush, it’s clear you don’t have that problem anymore. I was merely giving her a time to reference how long I’ve known you. I’m sure there was no harm done. Now was there?” She spoke the last part directly to Allie.

This old lady was adorable and did a great job at making Mike squirm next to her. She noticed he positioned the picnic basket in front of his waist in what she could only assume was an attempt to block the evidence of their interlude on the blanket. Allie laughed a little and responded, “None whatsoever.”

“You see, no harm done. Now give me another kiss before I let you get along with your evening,” Mrs. Goodwyn said. Mike complied and shook Mr. Goodwyn’s hand before they both said goodnight. Together Mike and Allie watched as the older couple walked away, and Mike let out a deep sigh. Allie had to laugh at the dramatic sound of it, as he looked down at her and said, “That was awkward.”

“Why?”

“I try to avoid speaking with my parents’ neighbors while in the current state I’m in,” he said in a tone that only made her laugh more. She turned toward him, and he moved the basket so she could get directly in front of him. Running her hands up his chest, she asked, “Are we getting out of here or what?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MIKE couldn’t explain the urgency he felt right now. It was coursing through his blood and wreaking havoc on his system. It was so strong, not even the two-minute conversation with an old woman put a damper on it. If good ole Mrs. Goodwyn had looked anywhere south of Mike’s belt, she would’ve blushed. Thank God for the picnic basket shield, even if he was cursing it earlier for not being able to leave it in their lustful rush out of the park.

Tossing the basket into the back of the truck, he opened Allie’s door and helped her in. Not that she needed the help any longer, but he didn’t want to stop touching her. She didn’t waste any time getting in, so he closed the door and quickly made his way to the driver’s side. Pausing for a second, he took a few deep breaths and adjusted his now very uncomfortable jeans, thinking it was going to be long drive home considering he was rock hard. When he climbed up into his truck, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Allie occupying the middle seat.

She gave him a heated look, and whatever maneuvering he had done outside the truck to adjust himself had just been undone. Sitting cautiously, so not to hurt himself, he closed the door behind him, but never took his eyes off her. Allie Baxter was a sensuous creature, and just the way she was biting her lower lip had him wanting to do the same. Now that they were safely inside the cab of his truck, semi-secluded from prying eyes, with a firm hand on her neck, he pulled her against him.

Her startled gasp gave him immediate access to her mouth, and he didn’t waste any time. Sliding his tongue along hers, he tasted her, learned her,
absorbed her. Her touch on his body shocked him a bit at first, then fueled his desire more. Pulling his lips away from hers, in a strained voice, he said, “I need to get us the hell out of here, but I’m afraid you’ll disappear … you’ll change your mind.”

Spreading kisses across her cheek and down her neck to that wonderfully large expanse of skin she was revealing, he continued, “Allie, tell me you’re mine.” He heard her sigh as she tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access to her neck, which he took. He felt like a randy teenager about to blow in his pants as he was cruising into second base in the front seat of his truck. It was all kinds of hot and wrong at the same time. They were adults, so they weren’t supposed to behave this way. Right? All he knew was, right now, he could care less what was right or wrong; he wanted this woman … badly.

Knowing he needed to get them somewhere, quickly, he took a deep breath of her and lifted his gaze to her face. When she opened her eyes and met his, he said again, “I’m not sure I can drive this truck away from here, Allie. Not until you tell me you’re mine.”

He saw a brief moment of hesitation flicker in her eyes before she said, “I’m yours tonight, Mike. Now get us out of here.”

The last part of her statement was punctuated with a little bit of insistence, as he felt her hand drop to his lap and rub his straining erection. He sucked air in through gritted teeth as he absorbed her touch. He was running out of time and needed to do something quickly. She may not think he caught the wording of her statement, or maybe she thought she could distract him from it by touching him like she was, but he heard it. He heard her exact words.
Tonight
. Apparently, there was a timeframe on how long she was his. Little did she know, it wasn’t going to play out that way, but that was something he could handle after he got them both into a state of mind that allowed rational thought.

Mike managed to the get the keys from his pocket and into the ignition without shifting away from Allie—or injuring himself. Starting the truck, he pulled out into traffic, which was a little tight even with their delay in leaving. Allie shifted closer and put her arm around his shoulders as her other hand remained in his lap. Dropping hi
s hand to hold hers against him, he moaned at the added pressure. Glancing over at her, she smiled then leaned in to his ear and flicked it with her tongue. Heaven and hell … she was going to kill him.

They barely made it out of the Point Loma traffic and were making their way past Shelter Island, when he felt her shifting her body, rubbing on him as she tightened her grip
in his lap. He groaned, “God … Allie, you’re killing me, babe. I’ve gotta get us home safely, so you need to stop doing that.”

“I don’t think I can, Mike,” she said, breathlessly.

His first concern was she was calling this off, but her body movements said something completely different. So he chose to listen to them. “Believe me, I don’t want you to. But I’m worried I’m going to wrap this truck around a tree if you don’t stop.”

“I mean I don’t think I can wait. I think you should find somewhere to park this truck, Mike.”

Looking over at her, Mike could see the need in her eyes. He could feel the tension coming off her body and knew it matched his. The thought of satisfying that need he could see in her eyes, pushed him to comply with her request. Using whatever brain function he still had available, he managed to find a spot along the harbor that would accommodate his truck. Sliding the shifter into park, he cut the engine and turned to look at Allie, suddenly unsure of what was going to happen. He had only a moment to wonder before she was on him.

ALLIE felt like her skin was on fire, and the only solution to extinguish the flames was Mike. She couldn’t believe she told him he needed to park his truck because she couldn’t wait to get home, but it was the truth. If they didn’t do something soon, she was going to explode. Her need was so strong she completely ignored her inner voice
chastising her for suddenly acting like a hussy. Her. Him. Naked. Now. That’s what she wanted.

Turning her body as much as she could, given their side-by-side position, she had her lips on his before he could say anything. When her tongue slid across his lips, he moaned and slipped his hand to the back of her neck, in a now familiar position. Mike deepened the kiss, and Allie felt her body respond as she melted from the inside out, and the throbbing warmth of her core intensified. Needing to be closer, she managed to maneuver her way out of her seatbelt and up on her knees next to him. This made her a little taller than him and he leaned back to accommodate. When he pushed her away for a moment, she was about to protest until she knew what he was doing. The bench seat slid back all the way, which was surprisingly far considering how tall Mike was. He grabbed her around the waist and shifted her on top of him.

Legs straddling his lap, she shoved both of her hands into his hair and pulled him back to her lips. His taste exploded in her mouth again as she took all she wanted from him. She could feel his hands roaming from her waist up onto her back, slipping into the little holes made from the fabric grid of her dress. She wasn’t sure if his fingers were getting caught, or if he was doing it intentionally, but it felt like he was digging into whichever square opening he could find. As though he could read her mind, he pulled away and said, “I’ve been wondering all night whether or not you were hiding a bra under this dress.”

He used the grip in her hair to move her head back and give him more room as his lips made their way down the front of her neck. His other hand abandoned its play with the holes of her dress, moving to her shoulder before slowly sliding the strap down and off the curve, taking her dress with it. Again, he managed to move her by way of her hair, as she felt her back meet the steering wheel. She didn’t want there to be any space between them and tried to eliminate it, when he slipped her dress farther down her arm, exposing the upper swell of her breast. When all movement paused, she looked at him. He smiled and said, “So which is it, Allie? Bra? Or no bra?”

Wordlessly, she boldly reached for the zipper hidden at her side and slid it down. Once the zipper was released, the dress fell and exposed both breasts to Mike. She felt his body react as her skin came into view, further surging her lust. She wanted nothing more than to present herself to him—to his gaze, to his touch, to his need. So when he growled and dropped his head to her chest, she watched for a moment before she felt her nipple being pulled into his mouth. The pulling sensation shot straight down her body and pooled between her legs.

Wanting to touch him, needing more, but unable to because of her position, she rubbed her body against the hard ridge of his erection to relieve the throbbing between her legs. This only had Mike moaning and sucking harder on her breasts. It had been too long, she needed more, and she needed it now. “Mike …” she managed to get out on a sigh.

Pulling him away from her breasts by his hair, he had a drunk look on face as she said, “More, I need more.”

Slamming her lips against his, she used the space still between their bodies to get at his zipper. Fumbling her attempts with shaking hands, Mike stilled them and said, “Let me take care of you, Allie. Don’t worry about me.”

When he moved his lips to once again attend her aching breasts, she halted him and rubbed against his evident arousal. “The only thing that will take care of me right now, Mike Lawson, is your cock. I need it, and I want it now.”

Clearly shocked by her bold statement, he paused for a moment, then said, “That has to be one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever heard, Allie Baxter.”

He moved his hand that had stilled hers, allowing her full access. His lips had made it back to her breasts, and he was lavishing them with his tongue when her hand slipped inside his now unzipped pants. His movement stopped as he apparently anticipated her touch, so she didn’t make him wait for it. She moved the denim to the side, which allowed her hand to wrap around his hot, hard skin. He moaned at the contact as he sucked her into his mouth, taking her breath away at the slight edge of pain he elicited. That pain was quickly followed by more need, and she was getting frustrated.

“Move the seat … put the back down some. I need more room,” she said with desperation, as she watched him slip his hand to the lever and recline the seat a bit more. She
wiggled on him and tested the ability to move and smiled down at him as she said, “Now that’s a little better. All I need now is to get your damn jeans out of my way.”

“As you wish,” he said with a smirk as he levered his body up a little. Allie got up high on her knees to afford him the room.

When he pulled his wallet out of his pocket, she smiled down at him and said, “God, I hope you were presumptuous and stuffed a condom in there.”

“Presumptuous? Tell me how you’d feel right now if I said I didn’t have one?” he said with a knowing grin.

“Well, I’m feeling pretty homicidal right now, so good point.”

“So we’ll say I was prepared then,” he said as she watched his pants move down around his butt, fully exposing his hard flesh to her. Not wanting to hold back any longer, she wrapped her hand around the base and stroked upward. Leaning forward, she placed her other hand on the top of the bench seat, and whispered against his ear. “Then you better
prepare
yourself, Lawson. ‘Cause I’m tired of waiting.”

MIKE didn’t have to be told twice as he reached for his wallet on the seat next to him, thankful he thought to bring one with him. Making quick work of the condom, she watched him as he secured it in place. He still couldn’t believe that he was about to have sex in his truck, on a first date, with Allie Baxter. All of what was happening boggled his mind, but so did the fact that Allie, so elusive,
was ready to give herself to him like this. Once ready, he slipped his hands up her bare legs next to his, until he came to the thin band of her panties—or thong as he soon found out. His hands swept under the toned curve of her bare butt, and he gave it a squeeze that had her shifting.
Time to feed that need of hers
, he thought while he ripped the thin strap from her body.

Allie gasped first, then a sultry smile spread across her face as she said, “I’m so hot for you right now, I won’t even give you shit for doing that. But Mike?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“In. Me. Now,” she said.

Guiding her body over his, he watched her face as she made contact with his erection, before slowly sliding down. He could only grit his teeth to control his body’s need to ram into hers and take what he wanted, but the sweet sensation of connecting had never felt better. Her body was warm, wet, inviting, and testing every ounce of his restraint. He feared things would finish before they even got started.

Once he was fully engulfed in her heat, he held her hips down against him, allowing no movement. He wanted her to feel him, all of him, as he filled her. Looking from where they connected, past her magnificent breasts, which moved with her shallow breaths, along the line of her neck, he found her head thrown back as she hid her face from him. That wouldn’t do; he wanted her eyes on him.
Placing his hand between her breasts, he felt the rapid beat of her heart.

“Look at me, Allie,” he managed to say in a steady voice. When she didn’t look at him, he said it again, firmer. He felt her body clench around him before she lifted her head and looked at him. Lips swollen from their kisses, eyes glossed over with arousal, and a flush filled her cheeks—she was breathtaking.

“So beautiful,” he said as he swept her hair out of her face. He gripped her neck so she couldn’t escape his focus. Her breath hitched when he did this, telling him Allie liked it when he was firm with her. Another thread of control snapped, leaving him in desperate territory. With his other hand on her hip, he lifted her body up and then slowly let it down. They both sighed, but didn’t break eye contact. He said, “You feel that? That’s me giving you what you need.”

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