Page 70 of Rastor

"Because I've got to tell you something."

Her brow wrinkled. "What?"

I looked into her eyes and said, "I came home for justonereason, and her name is Chloe Malinski."

She gave me a slow, sultry smile. "Really?"

I leaned toward her and kept my voice very low. "Really."

Before I knew it, her lips were on mine. I pulled her close and kissed her like it was our last night on Earth. I was hard and ready, and the way it sounded, she was just as eager as I was. I felt her hands on the back of my neck, and her soft curves pressing up against my hard chest.

Clothes – we were wearing too damn many of them. I wanted to drag us both into the back seat for a pre-dinner appetizer of the naked kind. Trying like hell to behave myself, I ran a hand through her hair, loving how it felt as it sifted through my fingers while my tongue probed hers and our lips moved hungrily against each other.

This wasn't why I'd pulled over, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining. I had dinner reservations in a half-hour and some other plans after that. None of those plans involved screwing Chloe in some parking lot – as tempting as that sounded.

I'd learned a few lessons the hard way. One of those lessons was the fact that these days, cameras were everywhere. Shit, everyone had a cell phone, right? There was no way in hellanyonewould be seeing Chloe's naked body on the internet.

Even when it came to looking, I wasn't going to share. She was mine. And only mine.

Just thinking of it made me smile against her lips. Tonight, I decided, I'd be smiling against her other lips. As soon as we got back, I was going to lick her all night long if that's what it took to make her totally lose it.

I was still kissing her when I heard a tap on the driver's side window. With a little jump, Chloe pulled back, and I turned to look. Standing just outside the window were a couple of teenagers, two guys, maybe fifteen or sixteen. They were grinning down at us. One of them was holding a pizza box.

The one who wasn't holding the box motioned for me to roll down the window.

I glanced over at Chloe.

"Be careful," she teased. "They look dangerous."

Yeah, right. We were still in Rochester Hills, and these guys looked about as dangerous as puppies. I rolled down the window and said, "Yeah?"

The nearest one said, "You're Lawton Rastor." He leaned around to look at Chloe. "Isn't he?"

Chloe turned to give me a long, speculative look. "Hmmmm…he definitelylookslike him."

The kid's eyebrows furrowed. "You don't know?" He gave her a no-nonsense look. "Dude, it'stotallyhim."

Chloe was smiling now. "Let's hope so. Otherwise therealLawton Rastor's gonna be pretty mad at me."

I gave her a look. "Got that right." My gaze dipped to her lips. They looked so damn kissable, I wanted to taste them again. "The way I hear it, he's not big on sharing."

She laughed. "Well, there you have it." She turned back to the guys. "I'm pretty sure he's the real one."

"I knew it!" the guy said. He turned to his friend. "See? I told you." He turned back to us and said, "Ducky didn't believe me."

Chloe gave him a confused look. "Ducky?"

The kid with the box spoke up. "That's me." He shrugged. "Nickname."

"Anyway," the first kid said, turning back to me, "I told Ducky you lived around here. I recognized the car." He grinned. "You know, from the internet. Pretty sweet ride, huh?"

Yeah, the carwassweet. But it felt a lot sweeter when it was just me and Chloe. "Thanks," I said, trying to be a decent sport about it. It wasn't their fault I was dying to be alone with the girl in the passenger's seat.

But Chloe was smiling at the guys, looking amused as hell. "You come here often?" she asked.

"Yeah." The guy flicked his head toward the pizza place. "We're like regular customers." He glanced at the box in Ducky's hands. "You want some? It's pepperoni."

"Uh, thanks," Chloe said, "but we're on our way to dinner."