She gratefully let sex take over for the words. Or the lack of words. She lifted up and then sank down on his length.

They moaned together as he filled her, sliding deep.

Jane stayed still for a second, just absorbing the feel of him. Then he squeezed her waist and started moving her. She quickly joined in, lifting and lowering, taking him deep, feeling the stretch and friction send sparks of heat and desire through her body.

They moved with an easy pace for a few minutes, their ragged breathing the only sound in the car. But quickly the heat and need grew, and Jane picked up the pace as she felt another orgasm hovering there, wanting to wash over her. She wanted that orgasm.

“Yes, Jane, fuck, yes,” Dax panted.

“You feel so good,” she told him, her voice breathy. “This is so good.”

He thrust up into her as their tempo built, and Jane felt her climax winding tight, ready to let go.

“Yes, fucking grip me like that,” Dax ground out.

She tightened her muscles around him and he groaned. Then he reached between them and found her clit.

It only took a few strokes to send her flying.

“Dax! Oh yes!” She came apart, clamping down on him.

He groaned, and then he was coming too, surging into her, holding her tightly against him.

For several long moments, they just panted and gasped. Jane slumped forward on top of him. His arms went around her. Their chests moving up and down together.

Slowly, her skin started to cool, and her breathing returned to near normal.

Though she wasn’t sure the rest of her would ever return to a pre-Dax state. She’d never had sex like that. It wasn’t the front seat or the darkness or the fumbling with the clothes. That had all happened before. It just had never felt so… right.

Everything about this night had felt like it clicked. Like it was exactly the way it should be.

Like they were exactly the way they should be.

Laughing, teasing, dancing, and singing, dealing with teenage-girl drama together, and then fucking in the front seat of her car because they couldn’t wait to get anywhere else.

There was something that told her that even if they were really together, had a relationship, had been doing this for months, or even years, even if they owned a bed together only a few minutes away, they would still get frisky in the car from time to time.

She liked that thought.

Too much.

Jane pushed herself up and looked down at him, taking a deep breath. “So that was definitely better than cake.”

He chuckled and reached to brush her hair back from her face. “How about strawberry pie?”

Yeah, he knew that was her weakness. “Well… we might have to do it again sometime, just to be sure, but it was really close.”

“I’m happy to keep working until I’m right on top of your list of favorite things,” he said with a grin.

Jane’s heart tripped in her chest.

She was pretty sure he was headed straight to the top of that list. If he wasn’t already there.

Uh-oh.

Jane shifted off of him, rolling into her seat and reaching into the compartment on the side of her door where she stuffed all the napkins she got when she went to the gas station for sandwiches or carried food out from the diner. She handed them over, assuming Dax could deal with the condom somehow. He was the more experienced one after all. She worked on getting her jeans back on, then lifted her hips, pulling her bra and shirt from under her butt and slipping into them as well.

By the time she was sort of put back together, Dax was too, and his seat was upright again.

Jane took a deep breath, tucked her hair behind her ear, and finally looked over at him again.

He was watching her as if waiting to see where she’d lead the conversation next.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” she asked. She wanted to see him. She wanted to spend time with him. She wanted to kiss him. A lot. And she kind of wanted to take him to her house, and she was pretty sure she’d be okay with a strawberries-in-bed mess.

“We are absolutely on for tomorrow,” he said. “And any other time you’ll give me.”

She wanted to take him home with her right now.

But she also wanted to have a little time and space. Just to think about it all. Just to be sure she wasn’t on some ice cream high or that the cleaning solutions hadn’t gotten to her or something.

Could she actually be falling for Dax?

She needed to figure that out before she saw him again. And then she needed to decide how she felt about that if it turned out she didn’t want to lick him from head to toe just because he’d been nice to her sister.

And stepsister.

Yeah, yeah. He’d been nice to Aspen too. Something Jane was ashamed to admit she hadn’t been able to pull off in the past few months very well.

Her feelings for Dax really might just be because he was a nice guy with a great body. That she absolutely wanted to lick from head to toe. That would make things easier if that was true. For sure.

“Meet me at the bakery at eight,” she reminded him.

“Right. And I’m promised amazing muffins if I’m no later than eight oh five,” he said.

She grinned. “Honestly? I’ll save you the good muffins even if you’re not there ’til eight thirty.”

He lifted a brow. “Eight thirty. Wow, I must have done well tonight.”

She laughed. “You did very well.”

He leaned over and kissed her. She was surprised for just a second, then she started to melt into him.

He pulled back. “I’ll be there well before eight thirty.”

“Yeah? Well, I must have done very well tonight too. To be worth getting up early for.”

He nodded, but instead of teasing, he brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Very worth it.”

Something in his tone made her throat tighten and her heart flip again.

Thankfully, before she could cry or beg him to come home with her, he opened his door and got out. She watched him slide into his roadster, aware that even their cars showed how very different they were.

But he waited for her to pull out of the parking lot in front of him and gave her a little wave when they went in opposite directions at the stop sign at the entrance.

They were different. But, man, she really liked him.

Maybe even enough to be convinced to stay in bed with him on a Saturday morning and miss the strawberry-cream-cheese muffins Zoe only made on the weekends.

Maybe.

“Good morning!” Jane entered the bakery through the back door the next morning, a definite friends-with-the-owner privilege.

Both of her best friends were in the kitchen, busily preparing for the big dessert tasting in Dubuque later that morning. The dessert tasting was a part of a huge bridal fair, and the focus was on unique and fun options for wedding receptions outside of the typical wedding cakes.

Josie and Zoe did amazing wedding cakes, of course, but they’d embraced the idea of bringing new ideas to the tasting as well, including cake pops, brownie bites, and pies in a jar, the newer specialties in the bakery. Those items now outsold the usual bars and cupcakes, and Zoe, a longtime stickler for tradition and the tried and true, had finally admitted trying new things could be good.

Jane gave them both huge grins as she grabbed plastic gloves and prepared to help out however they needed her.