While he’d enjoyed their outside fun, he couldn’t wait to bury himself balls-deep inside her, and that wasn’t going to happen anywhere but a bed for their first time. He didn’t believe for a second she didn’t feel the same connection, nor did he buy her reasons for keeping their relationship limited to a single night. What was the truth behind the reluctance to see where things could lead between them? The door snicked closed behind them, the hum of the air conditioner drowning out the beat of his racing pulse. Twenty-nine years old, and like he was a teenage boy about to get laid for the first time, his fucking palms were sweating. Except he hadn’t had feelings for the girl who’d taken his virginity in the backseat of her daddy’s borrowed car, other than a sense of appreciation for changing him from boy to man. For Allie? He couldn’t place a name on how he felt for her. Surely not love. He’d met her only five days ago. But it was more than like. That was for damned sure.
