Night Moves by Thea Devine

stroking her all over with his fingers.
    All the places he knew so well and hadn’t forgotten:
the underside of her earlobe, the base of her neck, the crook of her arm, her midriff, and the most lethal place of all—the undercurve of her breast. Her insides turned liquid as she felt his fingers slide along the underside of her breast She wanted to push him away, she wanted him to forget, to never stop, to take her there and then, because the sensations were so powerful and overwhelming, she didn’t know what else to do with them.
    And he knew it. This part of Carrie he had always known, and this part he could touch so easily through the light-as-air clothing she wore. But what part could he touch to make her wholly and completely his? Truck wanted to envelop her, to imprint her so that no one else would ever touch her again. Carrie was made for him, he’d known it fifteen years before, and the feeling was that much more magnified as she fought her need to melt into his arms.
    A man had to have a battle plan. And a thorough, honed-in-the-crucible knowledge of his adversary.
    â€œCome to me, Carrie,” he whispered as he nudged her onto her lap. “Come.” He pulled her gently so that she unwillingly straddled his legs.
    â€œJust a kiss,” she murmered as she braced herself against his shoulders.
    She was on top now, she thought fuzzily, she could just open the car door and go into the house. And maybe he had done that deliberately because he knew she wouldn’t want to go once she was at the mercy of his wicked magic hands.
    And those kisses.
    She couldn’t leave those kisses. Her control, her decision. Her body liquefied as she sought his mouth avidly and claimed him.
    Just a kiss...

    He slipped his hands under her skirt and up her bare thighs to the outer curve of her buttocks where she most liked to be caressed.
    That too...oh, especially that—
    He released the car seat into a reclining position so that she was fully stretched out against him, and he was nestled tightly between her legs.
    Now Truck had full play of her lower body, which was clothed in a next-to-nothing wisp of bikini panty, and he intended to use every weapon in his arsenal to make her come—to him and for him.
    Carrie felt his hands working on her buttocks in a delicious circular motion and she pulled abruptly out of the kiss.
    â€œDon’t stop,” he murmured.
    â€œYou stop.”
    â€œDon’t want to.”
    â€œBecause...?”
    â€œYou love this.”
    â€œMaybe not,” she said fretfully, but her body betrayed her and she pressed closer, inviting him to explore further. Not a smart thing to do because the motion of his hands only intensified the roiling excitement in her.
    She wanted to close her eyes and give in to it. Why not? They were not teenagers anymore, and yet there was an overlay of that emotion, that discovery on the edge of surrender.
    But this time, she thought as she undulated against the expert manipulation of those magic fingers, this time she would know what she was getting into, she’d know how to handle it
    This time, she could give in to the fantasy and not get hurt.
    This time...

    She wanted to. This time—
    â€œToo many maybes, Carrie. How about something definitive? Yes, I love this will do.” He moved his hands and cupped her buttocks.
    Her eyes closed; her body caved. His hands were so big, so knowing, so there. He knew her so intimately, and she knew him. And she was too aware of the compressed power of him lodged so tightly between her legs.
    â€œSay yes,” he whispered.
    All that thrust and motion just for her. All that explosive need focused solely in her. The thought turned her limbs to jelly.
    The air grew thicker, closer. She felt him sliding his hands to forbidden places. Yes . She reacted tellingly, her body shuddering as she enticed him to probe still more. Yes .
    She didn’t know if she said it out loud, yes , but he