She turned around as they neared the truck, walking backward and waving the gift certificate they’d won. “Kennedy is so going to get that jacket she wants. Maybe we can get Lincoln one, too, if there’s enough money left over. Or we could both pitch in for the difference.”

His emotions soared. “It’s like you read my mind.” He swept her into his arms and said, “I’m so into you, Roni Wescott—” He crushed his mouth to hers as he’d been aching to do all night, kissing her so deeply, her back met the side of the truck, and she made an oomph sound. He tore his mouth away and said, “Sorry.”

She grabbed his head, pulling his lips back to hers, and holy hell, she was ravenous, kissing him eagerly, her hands pushing through his hair. Their bodies ground together, and he took the kiss deeper, getting as lost in her as he had the other night.

The sound of a motorcycle engine cut through his lustful trance, and he forced himself to pull back. Their eyes connected, both of them panting, and neither one said a word as he opened the passenger door and helped her in, then went around to the driver’s side. So damn happy that she’d already scooted over to the middle, he took her in another penetrating kiss. She moaned hungrily, and that sexy sound sent desire pounding through him. If he didn’t get out of that parking lot, he was going to lay her down and take his fill right there. He tore his mouth away with a curse and grabbed her seat belt, kissing her more as he fumbled with it.

He drove straight to her place, and they kissed on their way across the parking lot and all the way upstairs to her apartment. When she turned to unlock the door, he stood behind her, holding her and devouring her neck. She leaned back against him, angling her head to the side, giving him better access, but he noticed her hands were trembling and felt a pang of guilt as the lock clicked open.

“Babe.” He turned her in his arms and searched her eyes for a hint of what she was thinking. But all he saw was a woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her, which meant he was in no shape to decide what she wanted, so he gave her an out. “I can say good night right here. I don’t need to come in.”

Her brows knitted. “You don’t want to come in?”

“I definitely want to come in, but I don’t want to put any pressure on you.” He ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek and brushed her hair away from her beautiful face. “Roni, I don’t expect tonight to end in your bed. I won’t let it end that way. But if you would rather I leave now, I will.”

A small sigh left her lips. She pushed the door open, walking backward into her apartment as she slipped off her jacket and hung it on a hook by the door. Her eyes turned seductive, and she crooked her finger for him to follow her in.