Sex with Grayson in his truck was wild. Crazy.

And oh-so-perfect.

“You overwhelm me, too,” she said as she stroked his soft, dark hair. When he tilted his face up to meet her gaze, she whispered, “Overwhelm me some more,” then rocked her pelvis into the thick bulge behind the zipper of his dark jeans.

On a growl of pleasure, he pushed just as hard into her, both of their bodies young and strong and so hungry for each other that even the confines of his truck and their clothes could barely get in their way now.

“Please, Grayson,” she begged. “Take me. All of me.”

As wild as their night had been so far, at her breathless urging, Grayson finally let go of the hold he’d been keeping on his control, and the next thing she knew, he was moving them so that she was flat on her back on the bench seat and he was taking her pretty dress in his fists and ripping it in two. She gasped not from fear, but from excitement, as he reached for her thong next and shredded it to pieces with little more than one hard tug.

All week they’d been vying with each other to see who was stronger, tougher, who could hold out longer, but tonight they were equal partners in everything: passion, desire, need. She reached for his shirt and tore it open.

She couldn’t wait to get her hands on his bare chest, had actually daydreamed about it so many times that she couldn’t believe it hadn’t happened yet. And, oh, that first touch of hard, tanned muscles was so good.

“You’re the one who can’t possibly be real,” she said as he levered himself up over her so that she could run her hands over his gorgeously muscled shoulders and chest, and then the deep indentations of his abdominal muscles.

“You make me forget,” he said in a raw voice. “Everything but how much I want you.”

“You don’t have to remember tonight,” she told him, both of them panting from the force of their desire. “All you have to do is make love to me the way I’ve wanted you to from the first moment I saw you.”

He followed her plea with a searing kiss that made her head spin even more than it already was. And his hands, his mouth, were roaming over every last inch of her naked body. She couldn’t possibly keep up as he tasted her br**sts in one moment, then nipped at her hip bone the next. His hands sometimes led, other times followed the devastating path of his lips and tongue and teeth over her overheated skin.

She’d already come twice, but when he curled his hand around her ankle and lifted her leg so that her foot was resting on the dashboard, then stared down at her with the hottest, hungriest expression she’d ever seen, she nearly climaxed again without any further contact at all.

“Swear to God,” he said as he reached out to stroke the slick flesh between her legs, “I’ve never seen anything prettier than you in all my life.” He moved down from the seat to kneel on the floor of the truck before adding, “And I’ll bet you taste even better.”

She gasped in pleasure when his tongue found her. He’d splayed his hands on her inner thighs to open her up even further to him, and when she looked down and saw his tanned fingers on her pale skin, his tongue moving over her, and his eyes lifted to her face so that he could watch her reaction, she tumbled abruptly into yet another sinfully perfect climax.

Slowly, he kissed his way up her body as he climbed back over her. “You were just as sweet as I thought you’d be,” he said right before he covered her mouth with his.

She was working on his belt buckle when he grabbed her wrists. “I need you,” she pleaded as she fought to break free of his hold. “I can’t wait another second to have you.”

“I don’t have any protection. We have to go back to my house.” He was already moving away from her to let her up as he said it, and she barely bit back a groan of frustration.

So close. She’d been so close to finally having him, and now because neither of them had thought to bring a condom to the barn dance, she was stuck having to shift back into her seat and put on the long-sleeved shirt he handed her over her naked body for a far-too-long fifteen-minute drive home.

Lori knew she should be thankful that he’d remained lucid enough to stop before they had unprotected sex. Especially after what had happened to Sophie on the night she’d had a one-night stand and become pregnant despite using a condom.

But right now, with need roiling around inside her, Lori didn’t feel grateful at all.

On the contrary, what she felt was a clawing need to claim—and be claimed by—Grayson, once and for all.

Only, once she finally got his shirt on and was sitting in her seat, instead of starting the engine and burning rubber so that they could continue where they’d left off, he just sat there and glared at her. Three back-to-back orgasms with no big finale in sight made her ornery as she glared back.

“What’s your problem now?”

“I’m waiting for you to put your goddamned seatbelt on.”

She started at his tone, and the hardness of his gaze that had been so full of hunger just seconds before, and was opening her mouth on a sarcastic retort when she remembered what she couldn’t believe she’d almost forgotten: he’d lost his wife in a car crash. No wonder he was so adamant about her putting her seatbelt on, even in the wake of what they’d just been doing with one another.

With trembling hands, she snapped her seatbelt into place, at which point Grayson pushed the gas pedal down hard enough that gravel sprayed out from his tires.

* * *

Minutes felt more like hours as Grayson forced himself to take the dark farm roads just barely above the speed limit. And then—finally!—he was pulling into his drive.

Lori was about to jump out onto the gravel when he caught her in his arms. “You left your shoes at the dance.”

“You had no problem with me walking around in bare feet on the gravel before,” she reminded him.

He nuzzled her cheek and breathed in her sweet, wild, oh-so-feminine scent. “That was before I liked you.” Grayson was stepping on his porch and was about to kiss her again when he realized she was pushing at his chest.

“I think all the excitement has made my ears go wonky,” she declared. “What did you just say?”

God, he could hardly think at all with her soft and warm in his arms, his long-sleeved shirt falling open over her beautiful br**sts. He kicked his front door open and tried to remember, but all he could come up with was, “I don’t want you tearing up your feet on the gravel.”