Unforgettable

Erin stepped in closer. She didn’t look nervous anymore. She was...something else. Bo froze, keys in hand.

“I don’t want to play games. Or be played with,” he said, his voice almost desperate as he swallowed hard, his breath short.

“I don’t want to play games, either. I want to remember,” she said softly, and leaned into him, hips first. Her hands drifted up his torso, over his chest to his shoulders as she pressed in closer.

A second later she was kissing him, and everything else fell away. She dropped gentle, easy kisses along his jaw, as if getting to know it again, mapping him with her lips. He swallowed, turning his face away, trying to get control. To resist. So she burrowed into the hollow of his throat, her tongue darting out to taste him.

He groaned her name. She sighed against him.

“If we parted ways, why does this all feel so right?” she asked, nibbling her way back up to his mouth.

Bo dropped his keys as his arms came around her, and his resolve crumbled, reversing their positions and pressing her into the side of the SUV, his mouth hungry for hers.

He slid one hand up under her blouse, his palm settling over her breast. She arched into the touch, an invitation. If this kept happening, they were going to end up naked in the back of his truck as they had the first time they’d left this diner and couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

“History repeating itself,” he muttered before he sank into another kiss. So much for good intentions.

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