“You have?”

“I have. How could I not? I’m with you all the time. I see it from the sidelines. It’s brutal, I can tell. I hate that you go through it alone. I’d be honored to share that spotlight with you.” He stretched forward to rub his nose against hers. “But mostly, just because I want to be everywhere with you. And if that means I have to put up with a bunch of dickwads with cameras and gossip mouths, then so be it.”

“That’s really nice of you.”

“Yeah, you’re supposed to do nice things like that for your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend.” A lovely thrill ran through her veins at the word.

Seth leaned back. “Are we too old to be saying girlfriend/boyfriend? Because I am thirty-eight, you know.”

“I’m still twenty-nine, so we’re good.” Wait, she should probably tell her boyfriend her real age. Though she’d never told Collin her real age. Then again, she and Collin were never that serious, and Seth…Seth was different.

“Damn, I’m robbing the cradle,” he said.

Covering her face with her hand, she said more to herself than to him, “It’s not a good idea to start an official relationship with a lie.”

Seth tensed. “What did you say?”

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She never told anyone her real age. “I’m not really twenty-nine. I’m thirty-three.”

“What?”

“Twenty-nine is what’s on my resume. Thirty-three, according to my birth certificate.”

He relaxed and laughed a wonderful sexy laugh that made her thighs tickle. “My girlfriend lies about her age? That’s great.”

“Girlfriend.” Was it possible she’d never tire of that word? Just hearing Seth say it made her girl parts squeeze with need. “I really like the sound of that.”

“Me too.”

“I mean, really, really.” In the small cab of the truck, she could smell her desire. “Like, I have to have you. Like now.” She sat forward and began kissing up his neck and underneath his jaw. And could she help it if her pelvis was suddenly twitchy, causing her to wriggle on his lap?

“I can’t argue with that.” She felt him grow harder underneath her, but he didn’t kiss her back. And he was still talking. “But, Heather, before you go public about us, I have to…we have to talk.”

“Um hmm.”

He grabbed her face between his hands and waited until she looked up from under her heavy lids. “I mean it. We have some things that need to be said.”

“Fine. Whatever.” She was sure she knew what he wanted to talk about—the details of how their relationship would work in front of the media. It wouldn’t be easy, and talking about it more was a good idea. “But not now. Now I want you.”

He considered for a moment. “Okay.” He sounded resigned. “Get off me so I can drive us someplace.”

“No.” She dug her nails through his shirt, into his chest. “I want you here. Now.”

“Are you sure?”

Heather saw the desire in his eyes. She knew his hesitation was about her. “Right here, right now.”

“It’s not quite dark yet. Someone could—”

“I don’t care. Fuck me.”

“Well, damn. I can’t argue with that proposition.” He took her then—fiercely—stealing her breath as he licked into her mouth and sucked at her lips.

Heather closed her eyes, happy to let Seth take over, his body telling her what to do and how to feel. It never ceased to amaze her how freeing it was to become a slave to him, to give in completely, to surrender to his love. Perfection.

His hands reached to the straps of her dress and tugged them down her arms. They broke their embrace just long enough for her to slip free, the material at her torso falling below her br**sts.

“Lean back,” he told her now. “Put your elbows on the dashboard.”

She did as he told, shaking with anticipation as she rested against the dash.

“Good girl.” He pulled the cups of her bra down underneath her br**sts, exposing her already alert ni**les. He licked his lips and she longed for him to put his mouth on her to tug and bite as he liked to. But he didn’t, not yet.

He sat back and made a sound of approval. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous like that. Your tits on display just for me. One day I’m going to put you in handcuffs so I can spend all the time I want on those tits and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it except moan and come.”

Fuck, when he talked dirty to her she was a goner. And handcuffed? She’d sign up for that in a heartbeat. “I own a pair.”

“You do?” His hands crept under her dress, his eyes locked on hers.

“They’re fur-lined.” She twitched as his touch reached the thin crotch of her thong. “They were supposed to be my prop at the plays. I left them in the car that night.” His fingers slipped under the material, finding her tender skin. “Ah! Hence why I needed your drill.” Her speech was breathy and likely incoherent. She had no idea why she was even attempting conversation.

“Oh, yeah, I remember now. We’ll put them to use.” His thumb settled into rubbing a circular pattern on her clit. Without removing his hand, he leaned forward and took a breast into his mouth, tugging with his teeth. “And what about now?” he asked, briefly releasing her nipple. “Do you still need my drill?” He resumed his play, moving his free hand up to squeeze her other breast as he sucked and bit the one already in his mouth.

A fleeting thought of being really impressed by his extraordinary hand and mouth coordination was buried by the more urgent need to have him between her legs. “If you mean do I need your cock, then yes, I do.” And oh, did she. Was there a word that meant needier than need? Because whatever that word was, that was how much she needed him.

“Ask for it.”

And now he wanted her to talk more? “Seth, I need you.” She shifted her weight to lift a hand to his hair, an awkward move with her body still braced against the dash and her pu**y going crazy from his ministrations. “I need your cock,” she panted. “I need your mouth. I need you.”

“Ask.” He increased the pressure on her cl*t and relaxed the sucking, a combination that threatened to throw her over the edge.

“Please, Seth. Please. God, I’m about to come.”

“Wait.” Seth released her abruptly and sank into the back of the bench, leaving a cold emptiness in the places he’d been touching her. “I want to come with you.” His hands fumbled with his jeans. Then he wriggled them down enough to release his cock. It sprang out of his denim prison, hard and long. She could see it throb as he put a hand around her to pull her closer, his other hand returning to her crotch to move the fabric away from her opening.