He had such a nice mouth, and he used it so well, warming her from head to toe with a few presses of his lips. Each kiss had her gripping him harder, which had him kissing her harder, until they were melded together, breathing heavily and taking and sharing passion. When his tongue invaded her mouth, Imogen felt an eager tug between her thighs, and she rocked forward in her flats, losing her balance.

Ty buried his hands in her hair and worshipped her with his mouth over and over again. Her glasses were in the way, but she didn’t give a damn, and clearly neither did Ty, since he showed no signs of slowing down for the next hour or two.

They might have stayed that way indefinitely if they hadn’t heard a man’s voice say, “Damn, somebody needs a room.”

They both pulled away and Imogen could feel her cheeks burning as she peeked around Ty to see who had caught them. It was a man in a golf shirt and khaki pants, very trim and toned, an attractive man in his fifties.

“Shit,” Ty muttered under his breath. Then louder, “Hey, Carl, how are you this evening?”

“Not as good as you, clearly.” The man gave Ty a half smile. It wasn’t full-blown, but it looked genuine, and there was nothing leering or suggestive about the way he glanced at Imogen, which reassured her.

Ty turned back to her, and shifted her so she was next to him, his hand in hers. “This is Imogen Wilson, a friend of mine. She’s a grad student in sociology who is very interested in the culture of stock car racing.”

Amused that Ty chose now to prove he did in fact know how to pronounce her name, Imogen smiled. No one needed to know that she was mostly interested in the dating and mating habits of one particular driver.

“Imogen, this is Carl Hinder, the owner of Hinder Motors and the man responsible for my career being where it is.”

Oh, Lord. Given that Ty had just explained a car owner’s role, she knew the importance of this man in front of her. And he had caught them making out against Ty’s kelly green car. She was certainly creating a new definition of classy.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hinder,” Imogen said.

“Likewise, Imogen. And that’s a lovely name you have. Shakespeare?”

“Yes.” She smiled openly at him now. “My mother was a fanatic about her William.”

“Where are you from? I don’t hear any North Carolina in your voice.”

“I’m from New York, born and raised there. I just moved to Charlotte last year and I’m enjoying it immensely. The people are lovely.”

“Well, don’t let this joker monopolize your time,” Carl said with a nod and a grin in Ty’s direction. “Charlotte has more to offer than punk drivers.”

“Hey,” Ty protested. “The lady likes punk drivers.”

Carl laughed. “They always do, especially on Sundays. Good night, y’all. Pleasure meeting you, Imogen.”