How embarrassing. He was acting like a horny teen around her. She didn’t give him any time to recover. He heard the click of the passenger door, and she slid out—long legs first. Damn. “How do you keep busy on the road?” she asked as she leaned against the truck while he pumped gas. Stretching, she bent down and touched her toes and let out a little whoosh. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. As if in slow motion, the back of her sweatshirt hiked up, displaying bare skin. He wanted to reach out and run his fingers along its softness. Hell, he wanted to tongue that sweet patch. When she looked up, she caught him staring at her. She gave him a wicked smile, like she knew every dirty fantasy in his mind and was willing to act them out in slow motion. His knees almost buckled from the power of the lust. He could take her right now. Forget finishing the trip. Maybe they could go park somewhere. She said she was into having fun, but was she that type of girl? Slowly, purposefully, she raised her arms above her head.
