She stepped forward again. Put her hands on his chest, feeling the warmth from his skin seeping through his T-shirt, the strength and musculature under her fingers.
Then she stretched up on tiptoe and kissed him.
Grey caught her up with a groan, his arms lifting her straight off the ground as he kissed her fiercely, hotly. It felt like he’d been wanting to every minute since they’d last kissed. Was it really only this morning? It felt like it’d been years.
Ali wrapped her arms around Grey’s neck and kissed him back just as fiercely, tears springing to her eyes again.
This time, though, they were quickly forgotten. Grey turned around and set her on the hood of his truck, his hips coming forward to settle between her legs as he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her harder.
His calloused hands were rough against her cheeks. Ali moaned into his mouth, grasping at him with greedy hands, pulling him further in, in, in against her own body.
She wanted to wrap herself around him and absorb that lean, graceful strength to use as her own. She wanted to kiss him until she took on some of his fierce, independent spirit.
And she wanted to take his body inside of hers until she screamed in pleasure.
His hands slid from cupping her face back into her hair, his fingers carding through the strands, and then spread out over her back. They moved downward, feeling huge compared to the width of her body, to grasp her hips and pull her forward into him.
He was hard. She could feel it against her inner thighs, and she twisted against him, wanting to feel it further up. Her skirt hiked higher as she slid forward on the hood of the truck.
"I want you," he murmured into her mouth.
"Yes." She kissed him hard, spreading her legs so that her skirt inched further up her thighs.
He kissed back for a long minute, then tore away from her, panting hard. His eyes were a molten silver, and she could almost feel his hot gaze on her body as they traveled down, catching on her breasts and her hard nipples, focusing on the flash of panties that was showing between her legs.
"Not here." His voice was rough. "I'm not making love to you in a parking lot."
Ali's breath caught at making love. Had any man ever called what they did together making love? She didn't think so. "Take me back to your cabin, then," she said breathlessly. "Because I can't wait much longer."
He lifted her down from the truck, his hands lingering on her waist. "You're so soft," he whispered, leaving a kiss on her mouth when he let her go. "I can't stop touching you."
Ali knew she should say no, that's what we're trying to avoid here, but she leaned into him instead, loving the feeling of his body heat.
Abruptly, he stepped back. "Okay. Priorities. Get in the truck."
She laughed a little. "Yes, sir."
He helped her up with only a little bit of groping, and loped around the front of the truck to pull himself into the driver's seat in one graceful motion. He pulled out of the parking lot like the cops were on their tail, and soon they were on the road out of Prescott.
As they drove, she couldn't help but remember the drive up here this morning, when the atmosphere had been thick with misery and tension and everything that was remaining unsaid.
Now the atmosphere was thick, all right, but it was with arousal. She could almost taste it in the air.
She wondered what Grey could detect. "Can I ask you something?"
He looked at her. "Anything."
"Your shifter senses. Can you smell..." She wasn't sure how to put it delicately.
"Yes, I can smell you." His voice seemed an octave deeper than usual, like arousal was vibrating in his chest. "It's driving me crazy, if you want to know. All hot and sweet and musky. And I can remember tasting you last night, and it makes me want to pull this truck over and take off your panties and make you scream again."
Ali clenched her fists, fingernails digging into her palms, to keep herself from just saying, Do it. "Oh," she said instead, faintly.
He glanced over. "I won't. I have the control to wait until we get home. But I want to."
"Me too." She looked outside and pictured being taken out in the open like this, with the trees and the animals all around. Her scream would echo around the mountains.
"Drive faster," she said, instead of insisting that he stop.