Which was a damn shame, really, because at the moment she couldn't think of anything she wanted more than to strip naked and ride him all the way back to Austin.

No.

She broke the kiss, breathing hard as she leaned back, telling herself she was doing the right thing because they were grownups and they needed to pretend like they knew how to play the part.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I shouldn't have been so bold. And I definitely started that." She climbed off him, then scrambled to the long seat where he'd spent the ride up.

"It's okay," he said. He sounded breathless, maybe even a little frustrated, but thankfully not angry. "I like bold women."

She sighed, relieved that he was being so sweet. Another man might be angry that she'd put on the brakes. "It's just that I wanted--"

She cut herself off, feeling ridiculous.

"What?" he asked.

She drew in a breath, then let it out slowly. Then she met his eyes and shrugged. "I wanted to see if it was like I remembered."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "And was it?"

"No," she said honestly. "It was better."

* * *

"Well, this is my stop." Eva paused in front of her hotel room door, then gently tugged her hand free, and Tyree immediately mourned the loss of her warm touch. "Thanks for walking me in. You didn't have to."

"Sure I did. Had to make sure you got home safe, right?"

"I--" She swallowed, then took a deep breath, obviously trying to decide how to say whatever she had to say.

Honestly, he didn't want to hear it.

"It's just that--"

"Eva?"

"Yes?"

"Hush."

Her mouth opened in surprise, and he leaned in, taking full advantage of the moment, relieved when she didn't immediately pull away, but kissed him back, long and slow, until she finally cupped her palm against his cheek and drew back slowly, her eyes on his.

"You know we can't," she whispered.

"Actually, I don't know that at all."

She shot him a frown. "I'm leaving in about twelve hours. I don't want--"

"What?"

He watched her face as she ordered her thoughts, and he knew from the shadow in her eyes that he wasn't going to win this argument.

Finally, she drew in a breath. "I have a lot of good memories of being with you. And a few new ones from today as well. I don't want to tarnish them with goodbye sex. Especially when..." She trailed off with a shrug. "Never mind."

"Tell me."

He watched as she debated, then saw her concede defeat. "I'm not exactly nineteen anymore."

"Aren't you?" He took a step back, his eyes looking her up and down, and his fingers following suit, tracing the curve of her ribcage down to her waist and then over those curvy hips that had felt so good straddling him. "No," he whispered. "I guess you're not."

Tags: J. Kenner Man of the Month Romance
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