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“Like what?” She shifted in her seat to look at him. His eyes were still on the light, his hands tight on the wheel.
“Like I love the way you growl my name when you come.”
She took in a sharp breath. Well that was unexpected. “I don’t growl.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“Prove it.” She was grinning now.
“That’s the plan.”
She liked Dirty Presley so much more than Angry Presley. The light turned green and he started to accelerate, and she put her hand on his denim clad thigh, her fingers dangerously close to her favorite part of him.
“So you’re driving me home to fuck me?” she asked.
“I’m driving you home because I want to make sure you get there safely. The rest is up to you. Obviously, I’d like to come in.”
“In more ways than one.” She moved her hand up further. Cupping the thick ridge of him. Damn, he was hard. “If it makes you feel any better, I’d like you inside of me, too.”
His neck undulated as he swallowed. “Keep touching me like this and I’ll be pulling over long before we get you home.”
“Keep making promises like that and I’m never going to stop touching you,” she teased. But she released him anyway, sliding her hand back down to his thigh. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he placed the other over hers, sliding their fingers together in a clasp.
She tried not to smile too hard.
Presley Hartson was holding her hand and it made her giddy. Damn, she was an idiot for this man.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her cheeks pink as he moved her up and down on him. “Presley…”
She was going to come. He could tell by the way she’d tightened around him. The way her nipples were taut and she couldn’t keep a rhythm so he was having to help.
Christ, she was beautiful. Her hair was down and a little damp with perspiration, her makeup smeared, but he’d never seen her looking better than she did right now, riding his cock like it was her favorite sport.
“Do it…” he rasped. He wasn’t going to be far behind her at this rate. Not with the way she felt so tight and so good. He pulled her down for a kiss, their mouths moving together as he rolled his hips underneath her.
And then he reached for her nipple, pinching it until she called his name out again.
“That was a growl.”
She started to laugh against his mouth. But it turned into another groan as her orgasm overtook her, her pussy fluttering around his cock, her fingers pawing at his hair.
And then he was following her into the sweetest damn oblivion he’d ever experienced. Surging inside of her as she collapsed onto him, her body still in the throes of her own delight.
He was breathing so fast he wasn’t sure his heart could take it. Could feel the thud of his pulse against his ears. He pushed the damp hair away from Cassie’s face and smiled at her.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
“Am I also beautiful when I’m not fucking?” she managed to rasp out.
“You know you are.”
She was laying on his chest, her body splayed out over his. They’d have to move soon. But right now he couldn’t shift a damn muscle even if you paid him to. He was spent and he liked it here too much.
Holding her tight.
“It’s funny,” she said. “But I grew up thinking about everything that was wrong with me. I wasn’t thin enough. I wasn’t pretty enough. I couldn’t do the right kind of bun with my hair.”
“You thought that?” He frowned. “Why?”
