She’d worry about the awkwardness later. She’d stress about her thesis tomorrow. She’d examine why he was capable of creating such a total lack of control in her at some point down the road.

Right now she wanted him to kiss her.

“You’re not saying no.” His thumb was on the waistband of her jeans and dipping down into the gap between the denim and her panties.

“No, I’m not saying no.”

“So you’re saying yes?”

Imogen would have thought that was obvious, but she appreciated that he gave her time to change her mind, that he wanted to make completely sure she was on board with what was about to happen.

She was.

“Yes, I’m saying yes.”

Ty smiled, not a grin, but a slow, satisfied smile, as his amber-colored eyes darkened considerably to a rich chocolate brown. “Gentlemen, start your engines.”

Imogen paused. What did that mean, precisely? That she had the potential to start his metaphorical engine? That this was the beginning of a race? Or the beginning of a relationship? That . . .

She forgot to think the second his lips touched hers. Oh. My.

He didn’t hesitate, nor did he test the waters. He kissed her, and he kissed her with confidence and aggression. With fire.

It was the kind of kiss that had her mouth opening immediately, and her fingers clawing into his hair, and her ass pressing down into his lap. It was the kind of contact that stole the breath right out of her, made her inner thighs ache, and her head swim with a heady elixir of pheromones and excitement.

He swept his tongue across hers, and Imogen would have groaned if she could have gotten a breath. Instead, she just held on to his shoulders and gave it back. She didn’t think that in general she was uptight or reserved, but she was fairly certain she had never attacked a man so thoroughly during a first kiss as she was doing with Ty. She was pressing her chest against his, destroying his hair, sliding her tongue across his, and bumping her backside against his erection.

His hands were on the move, too, caressing her back, brushing against the sides of her breasts, heading under her sweater at the small of her back as his kisses got more urgent and demanding.

Imogen broke away to suck in some air and stare at him in wonder. How could he do that? How could he make her so damn hot with just a few kisses?

Ty shifted underneath her, dumping her onto the seat. “That’s it. Time to go back to my place.”

“Really?”

“Really. After that look you just gave me, I could pretty much eat you right here in the car and that’s probably not a good idea.”

Well. “Okay.”

“Shit, sorry. I kicked your books again.” Ty, half-sprawled across the gearshift and her lap, reached down and picked up a book.