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He deepened the kiss and Jeanie met him, her tongue sliding against his. Her hands were still in his shirt, tugging him like she couldn’t get close enough. They were wearing too many layers of clothes and this cab was too cramped. He groaned in frustration as his hands ran over layers of coat and sweater. It was like making out in space suits.
‘Hold on.’ Jeanie pulled back, ripping off her coat and flinging it into the back seat. Her sweater followed, leaving her in the long-sleeved T-shirt she had been wearing underneath. She wasn’t exactly naked, but at least he could see her shape, could run his hands over her curves, which was exactly what he was doing as Jeanie unbuttoned his shirt.
Once she had it opened, a frown crossed her face at the sight of the Henley he was wearing underneath.
‘Damn it.’
Logan huffed a laugh. This was absurd. They should probably just cool it...
His thoughts stuttered as Jeanie’s hands roved under his shirt, raking across the bare skin of his stomach.
‘That’s better,’ she said against his neck as she kissed him on the rough stubble beneath his beard.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her round so that she was straddling him in the driver’s seat.
‘Even better.’
Jeanie gri
Logan had one girlfriend in all of high school and their relationship lasted less than three months, but this moment, making out in his truck, still fully dressed but wishing he wasn’t, took him right back to those torturous months. They grasped at each other, groped, and grabbed. No finesse, just need. Just like in those days, with some vague notion in the back of his head about why they shouldn’t take it further, but the reasons disappeared with every drag of her tongue against his.
Jeanie’s hands were everywhere, her fingers digging into his shoulders and then traveling up to tug at his hair. Their mouths were just as desperate, and when Jeanie rocked forward in his lap, he thought for sure he would die on the spot.
A choked groan escaped him, and she rocked again.
‘Jeanie,’ he rasped, his hands gripping tight to her hips.
He was in the middle of figuring out the complicated math that would get both of their pants off when Jeanie’s ass hit the horn.
The blaring sound rang out through the quiet night.
Jeanie froze, her eyes comically wide, her breath coming fast and hard.
‘Oops,’ she whispered.
They both glanced around outside, emerging from the spell they’d been under to remember they were right in the middle of freaking Main Street, making out like they were seventeen.
Was this part of his plan to avoid town gossip? What the hell was he doing?
‘We should probably...’
‘Yeah, sorry. Definitely.’ Jeanie untangled herself from his lap and flopped back into the passenger seat. ‘I guess we got a little carried away.’
‘I guess so.’ He ran a hand through his hair, trying to get his breathing under control. Jeanie’s face was flushed, her lips red and plush.
Don’t look at her lips.
‘Thanks again for the ride,’ she said with a little laugh, rummaging around the back seat for her clothes.
‘Sure.’
She opened the door and the cold October air helped cool his overheated skin. ‘Call me if you need anything,’ he reminded her.
She gave him an indulgent nod and closed the door, leaving him alone and more confused than ever about where he stood with her.
But already pla