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“I can’t believe you almost got us caught.”
“Me?” My eyes pop open. “How about a ‘thank you’ for saving our asses?”
His head rests back on the seat, his long legs parting, and a sly smirk on his lips. “I’ll admit, using a live animal as a weapon wouldn’t have been my go-to.”
Shifting to face him, I don’t hide my unfiltered pride. “Better than a dead one, don’t you think?”
Those eyes wrinkle with amusement.
“Do you think he saw us?” I ask.
“No, I don’t think so.”
I fiddle with the bottom seam of my dress. “Would you care if he did?”
When I glance up, he’s staring at my lips, and I’m losing the battle of resistance one heartbeat at a time with him looking at me like that. “It’s complicated. I want to do right by him, but… I want to do right by you so fucking badly, Pen.”
My chest caves with his admission, understanding the struggle, even if I don’t like it.
“You promised me you wouldn’t end up like him.”
“I know,” he says.
“So what changed?”
Those haunted eyes study me through several more heartbeats. “You weren’t there.”
I blink, sitting straighter. “Are you blaming me for how things turned out for you?”
“No, I’m blaming myself for letting you go. For accepting that your silence meant you wanted nothing to do with me when I should have known better. I should’ve fought harder for you. For us.”
What a tangled web we weave… And we’re just as trapped now as we were then. I want him to choose me, but I’m hiding him, too. Tucking him and my life here in Keerah inside a little bubble that’s dangerously fragile for as precious as it is to me.
When words fail me, I slowly drag the tip of my finger down the length of his nose, then the dip of his Cupid’s bow, before sweeping my knuckle along his lower lip.
“You’re in charge of when we stop pretending,” he rasps, heating my skin with a soft breath.
A chill skates up my spine so forcefully, I shudder. “Pretending what?”
My seatbelt releases with a click, and I can sense him carefully choosing his words. “That you don’t want me to pull you over here and give us both what we’ve been longing for.”
“Never,” I whisper, even as he unfastens his seatbelt and gently tugs my arm.
Enchanted by the raw deference in his gaze, I allow him to guide me onto his lap. My dress bunches around my waist as my core sits directly above his straining zipper, and my knees dig into the seat on either side of his strong thighs.
My body blooms to life for him, stretching and awakening, and I inhale a sexy, alluring scent that calls to me now when, before, I didn’t care for it.
It’s a subtle change that should terrify me, but it beckons me instead.
“You’ve always been beautiful, but there’s something uniquely irresistible about you in these dresses.” His pupils expand, eyes heavy with gluttonous desire as his nails glide beneath the thin material and up my thighs. “My favorite, actually.”
“I remember,” I reply hoarsely, throbbing with need when his thumbs halt just inches from my panties.
With my hands braced on his shoulders, I roll my hips, relishing the feel of him hard for me and this effect I have on him.
He growls appreciatively, and the sound has a flicker of heat zipping toward my clit. “I think I like your version of never.”
Something dark and dangerous drags me under his seductive tide. It laps between my legs like an impatient lover, heating my body to the point of liquifying.
