Thank God her truck had died where it did.He hadn’t been lying when he said he would have pulled over to help no matter who had been standing there, but her comment about him wearing a black hat rankled. Here she thought he was being a nice guy driving her home, not realizing the whole time all he’d been thinking about was how to get in her pants. Not that he didn’t often fantasize about getting her under him, but he hadn’t wanted to push her before she was ready. Now she’d had some time to recover from the wounds left by her divorce, he’d decided to press his case a little stronger.The kiss had been totally unplanned, but once he’d started it and from the way she’d responded, he’d been unable to pull back. If his dick had any say, they’d have been doing one helluva lot more than kissing once he’d gotten her inside. Hell, if wishes were horses, he’d have been riding her all night long.Taking one hand off the wheel, he rubbed her shoulder, hoping to soothe her, but the tenseness of her muscles didn’t subside.
