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your fingers?"
    "No self-respecting guitar player would be without a handful of nasty calluses." He turned his hand over to see them for himself.
    "Oh! You play? I'd like to hear something. And they aren't nasty." She took his hand again, and loved those calluses with her lips.
    "What kind of music do you like?"
    As close to him as she was, Jade could feel his voice rumble through his chest, and the air move on her cheeks with each word he spoke. "A little bit of everything. It depends on my mood. Growing up where I did, I have an affinity for Country Western, but I have everything from opera to acid rock on my MP3 player."
    His eyes flashed, like the reflection of a candle's flickering flame in his irises. "I think I could play some country western for you sometime. Maybe I'll bring my guitar on the boat."
    "I still have to clear it with Dean."
    "He'll say yes. No human male could say no to you."
    "If you want to play the sex card, maybe you should ask him." She bobbed her eyebrows.
    They laughed together, enjoying the simple intimacy of the evening. Eventually he snapped the food containers closed and handed them to her to re-pack. She carried the blanket while he took the picnic basket back to the car, holding her free hand. They barely made it to his car before the first raindrops hit.
    "That was close." The sky was full of dark rainclouds. This storm would be long and wet.
    Adam typed into his phone at the same time as he fastened his seatbelt. "You're right." He pocketed his phone and started the engine. "Although I bet you look pretty cute soaked to the bone."
    She laughed. Her nipples speared through her shirt as it was, and the thought of standing in a shower with him only made them harder. "You'll never know," she teased.
    "Never say never." He raised one eyebrow before searching the dashboard and steering column. "Where the hell are the wipers on this thing?"
    "You don't know where your wipers are?" She laughed. "Haven't you ever driven in the rain?"
    His head snapped up. His face went slack, and his mouth dropped open. "I…uh, this isn't exactly my car."
    "Not exactly?" She bit her tongue. She wouldn't ask. Shoot, the guy didn't have a car! "Why don't you let me pick you up next time?"
    "Nah, I should be able to drive mine again soon." He found the wipers, and pulled into traffic.
    "Are you too macho to let a woman drive?" she teased.
    "No." He took her hand, laid it on his thigh, and smoothed her fingers down the long hard muscles. "Just spoiled."
    She'd never wanted a bench seat more than she did at this moment.
    Adam took her back to Earth Scents, where her car was parked in the back lot. "Talk to Dean tonight and then call me." He pulled her across the console as much as he could. She had to stop herself from crawling across it and onto his lap. He'd hooked his hand around her neck in a hold that was as forceful as it was tender. Even the calluses felt good on her skin. "I can't wait to get you on my boat."
    His boat. Tomorrow. Yes, that would be perfect. Alone in the middle of the ocean. She squirmed in her seat. The anticipation of feeling him deep inside her was almost too much. With his lips against hers, she took his hand away from her neck, and led it to an aching breast. He pulled back and speared her with his gaze. Those blue eyes, so filled with lust, sent her heartbeat into an even more frantic rhythm.
    "Touch me, Adam."
    "Fuck."
    That made her smile, but the slow progress of his hand sent spiraling warmth through her torso, and she felt her smile disappear. Adam leaned closer again, only their foreheads and the tips of their noses touched. His breath came hard through his nose. He circled his palm over her erect nipple. Even through two layers of fabric, electric tingles curled from her breast down to her drenched core.
    Jade moved her legs, rubbing them together restlessly. When she opened her eyes, she saw him in a blur, watching every movement. With a frustrated cry, she pulled up the hem of her