All she had to do was tell him to bypass her aunt’s house and to park in his driveway. He would get the message. Hesitating about her decision all evening, allowing him to touch her and kiss her after the movie must have given him an idea of where they were headed, but sleeping with Owen didn’t ring with the same tone as her previous experiences. He had the potential to make her care about him, and that meant trouble. If she could find strength to deny her desires, she could thank him for the movie and tell him she had a great time. Then she could walk into her aunt’s house and shut the door behind her.Vanity licked her lips when Owen slowed down. She gave him props for not jumping to conclusions and going straight to his place. “How about your driveway,” she suggested.The car jerked, and she bit off a laugh. So he wasn’t as calm and collected as he appeared to be. “Are you sure?”She gazed at him. “Are you?”When he scanned her body, lingering at her cleavage since she’d left her jacket open, moisture gathered between her legs.“You tempt me to fall in love with you, but…”She gaped at him.
