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Sky,” she said, resisting him when he tried to pull her in for another kiss.
    “What promise?”
    “Promise you won’t let things go too far. I mean, I know how to say no—”
    “So I’ve learned,” he interjected.
    She grinned. “Promise you’ll always stop when I say we’ve gone far enough.” 61
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    He loosened his grip on her waist, reaching instead for her hands. “Teagan, I would never take advantage of you. Never take you without your consent. I promise.”
    “Okay. Teach me something fun.”
    Her words—followed up by her lips rubbing against his cheek—opened the floodgates and the desires he’d been holding at bay all day emerged with a vengeance.
    “What about your pop and sister?” he asked.
    She glanced back at the clock. “It’s ten fifteen. The restaurant closes in fifteen minutes and then they’ll clean up. We have about an hour.” He grinned, thinking of all the things he could do to her in an hour. “Just the same, I’d prefer to give us a bit of leeway should they finish early.” He took her hand and led her to her bedroom. It was tidy and tastefully decorated considering how different she and Riley were. He’d almost expected to find a line drawn down the middle, one side covered in peace signs and flowers, the other decorated with pictures of naked men on Harleys.
    “Which bed is yours?” he asked.
    When she hesitated, he touched her face, drawing her gaze to him. “I meant what I said. I stand by my promises.”
    She pointed to the twin bed on the right and he shook his head. It was going to be a tight fit. He let her lead him to the bed, nearly choking when she sat down in front of him. Her face was level with his cock and he watched with disbelief as she reached up to stroke him through the tight jeans.
    “Looks crowded in there,” she said, grinning up at him.
    “Yeah, well, it’s gonna have to stay crowded. You let him out and all bets are off.
    Tonight is about teaching you how to play. How to have fun.” She looked as if she wanted to argue so he cut her off at the pass, kneeling before her and pulling her into a long, wet kiss. He loved the taste and texture of her mouth.
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    spent on the road. Her hands caressed his face and he savored the rough feel of the calluses left on her fingertips from years of playing the guitar.
    He decided to do a bit of exploring and slowly slid his hands beneath her loose shirt, his palms itching to hold her breasts again. They filled his hands nicely, the perfect size, and he swallowed her cries when he lightly cupped and squeezed the fleshy mounds. He continued the kiss, playing with her breasts until the temptation, the need to see them, grew too great.
    “I’m going to take off your shirt,” he whispered when he pulled his lips away to taste her cheeks, her neck. Grasping the hem, he pulled the filmy material over her head and was greeted by the vision of some of the sexiest underwear he’d ever seen.
    “Jesus,” he murmured, a smile escaping as he studied her deep violet and pink bra.
    Her breasts were pushed up and peeking over the top. She was a veritable rainbow even under her clothing. A flush covered her chest and he glanced up at her face, watching as the blush colored her cheeks as well.
    She put her hands on her face to hide it. “Curse of a true redhead. Damn blushing.”
    “I like it,” he admitted. It had been a long time since he’d made a woman blush. The innocence of the gesture was captivating.
    “The bra or the blush?” she asked, her voice laced with humor.
    “Both, Ruby.”
    She giggled at his irreverent use of her father’s pet name. “Leave it to you to take something sweet and innocent and twist it into something completely sexual.” He slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders, tugging the lacy material down until her rosy nipples slipped out. “Jackpot,” he whispered. She