Free [When SEALs Come Home 04] - Heated by Anne Marsh

obediently to life. Joey was good with his hands. And... she definitely had her fantasy fodder for the night. She gave him a small smile and muttered thanks. He leaned in her window, completely missing his cue to step back and go .
    “I drive off now, you’re losing a toe or two,” she pointed out.
    She had no idea how he could look so completely unconcerned. “Uh-huh. I have something to do first.”
    Somehow, he managed to lean in her window, laughing as she slapped her hands against his shoulders. Oh, my God. He wanted to kiss her now? His hands slid over her shoulder, up her neck. His mouth moved toward hers, giving her time to duck away if she’d wanted. Which she didn’t. She’d been anticipating Joey’s kiss for days and days, and now that he was finally making a move, time seemed to slow down and every inch of her focused on his mouth. On him. It should have been awkward, but instead... it was hot.
    He brushed his mouth over hers. Touchdown. What next? Should she open her mouth, tease his lips with her tongue? Mentally she did a quick run through of the Cosmo article on kissing that she’d read last month. His mouth retreated, came back, and exerted a sexy, rough pressure on hers. He was good. Had she brushed her teeth recently? He tugged her ponytail free with one hand, and she worried about that too. What if she just looked messy instead of sexy? Or got her hair in their mouths?
    He lifted his mouth off hers. “Stop thinking. I can hear you thinking.”
    That was easy for him to say. He was a natural at kissing. She, on the other hand, didn’t have as much practice as she would have liked.
    He sighed. “Just once, you need to listen to me.”
    ***
    H e cupped her face with his hands, and she froze. Not with nerves but with sweet anticipation. Yeah. He was feeling him some of that too. They might not be on the same page about their dating life, but kissing they agreed on completely. He covered her mouth with his. It wasn’t a smooth, thought-out kiss.  It was a raw, exquisite invasion, his tongue caressing hers as he explored her mouth. She softened beneath him, letting him all the way in.
    “See, if you’re talking or thinking, I need to be listening when we could both be feeling instead,” he whispered roughly, lifting his mouth off hers for the briefest of moments before he went right back to kissing her. Harder, deeper, not worrying about the mechanics because he needed to be closer, and she sure as hell seemed to feel the same way because she kissed him back, all greedy need and no finesse.
    She moaned something that might have been an answer, but who needed words? She tangled her tongue with his, taking his mouth as deeply as she could. Raising herself up on the seat, she plastered her body against his, hooking an arm around his neck to steady herself. He worked them backward until, sweet baby Jesus, he had her pressed all the way into the seat and he was about to topple through the damned open window. He should have stopped, should have yanked open the door and climbed inside with her, but that would have given her more time to think and she thought too much already. Instead, they were still kissing, and she moaned again. He heard that husky sound and he wanted to pull her down, get her clothes off, and put himself inside her. The way her hands hung onto him, he thought she’d let him, and it was the best damned idea he’d ever had.
    But his heart was banging hard against his ribs, his fingers itching to tangle deeper in her hair. He wanted to ignore common sense, wanted to kiss her again and again and never mind the outside world.
    He stepped back. “I’ll see you next weekend for our date.”
    “It’s not a date,” she said, but she was talking to herself because he was headed back to his truck.
    He was also pretty sure he could feel her eyes on his butt, so that was a good sign. He contemplated the taste of her and the small sigh of surprise she’d made when he stroked inside her