Free More Than a Mistress by Leanne Banks Page B

back the rest of his soda. The only meal he wanted was her. The thought made his loins ache. Standing, he pulled her to her feet. “Come on.”
    Sara’s gaze widened. “Where?”
    â€œTo my truck. To your car.” He couldn’t begin to explain the sheer necessity to feel her mouth beneath his. He nudged her toward the door. “Anywhere I can be alone with you.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œThree minutes, Sara.” He shoved the door open and led her outside. The cool mist hit his face, but didn’t dampen his ardor. “All I’m asking for is three minutes. Where’s your car?”
    She pointed toward a Toyota three rows away. As they headed toward it, their shoes made crunching sounds in the gravel parking lot.
    â€œIt’s not locked,” she said breathlessly when they reached it.
    Daniel opened the passenger door, slid in and pulled her onto his lap. He slammed the car door shut. At her sound of surprise he took her face into his hands. “Three minutes.”

Chapter Six
    It was a sexual kiss. No frills, little patience, full of need, and all-consuming. Sara’s heart hammered in a staccato rhythm. She felt the press of his hard thighs beneath hers and his muscular chest beneath her hands. But for that moment the overriding focus of her existence was Daniel’s mouth telling her without words that he wanted her more than anything in the world.
    The intimacy of his tongue sliding past her lips and teeth to tangle with hers made her chest tighten. Tilting her head for better access, he was more aggressive than smooth. The blatant honesty in his every movement shook her to her core. She instinctively closed her lips around his tongue in a sucking motion. He gave a rough groan and nipped at her bottom lip.
    He seemed to want to taste every corner of her mouth, her soft inner lips, her teeth and tongue. His wanting made blood roar in her head and her nether regions pulse. She shifted and moaned, sliding her mouth first one way, then another against his. His arousal, pressed against her thigh, promised pleasure and fulfillment, making the achy, empty feeling between her legs almost unbearable.
    Without hesitation she slipped her hand between their bodies and rubbed the hard ridge of flesh straining his jeans.
    Daniel’s hips moved convulsively, and suddenly she couldn’t get close enough. She tugged at the button and zipper, all the while letting his open mouth consume hers. Her fingers found him, and he was like velvet-wrapped steel. When she closed her hand around him, he ripped his mouth from hers with a searing oath.
    Sara’s chest hurt with the effort to breathe. Through a haze of arousal she saw Daniel close his eyes as if he were in pain. “Don’t. For Christ’s sake, don’t.”
    She couldn’t stop, not with her body thrumming with his heady scent and the feel of him in her palm. Her thumb glanced the tip of his arousal.
    Daniel jerked and swore again. Shuddering, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away.
    His gesture jerked her back to reality. Her head abruptly cleared, and guilt surged through her. Her mouth had been so hungry, her hands had been sinfully curious and her mind had abandoned her without a prayer. Appalled at her lack of control, she closed her eyes and tried to gather her wits.
    â€œSara,” Daniel began.
    Not wanting to hear whatever he had to say, she shook her head and swallowed. “No. Just give me a minute. I don’t know—”
    â€œSara—”
    Panic sliced through her. “Please!” Unable to face him, she bit her lip and stared at the steamed-up window. “Less than three minutes and I’m in your pants. I don’t—”
    Daniel gave her hand a quick jerk that stopped her desperate monologue and made her look at him. His eyes were black with passion. With exquisite deliberation he lifted her sinfully curious hand to his hot mouth and kissed it.
    â€œYou