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“Shit! I’m dropping you!” I moved as if I was going to let her go.
She screamed again, louder, and almost strangled me with the tightness of her grip.
“I’m taking you home, and finishing what I almost started before your freak-out.” I stalked toward where we were parked.
“You are not carrying me all the way to your car!”
“Oh, darlin’, I am.”
“You are not!”
“Yet here you are, in my arms, being carried.” I grinned and caught the eye of a familiar, older man, clutching a leash with a Jack Russell on the other end. “Mr. Daniels.” I nodded to him.
He nodded back silently, staring as I carried Jamie right past him.
“Oh God,” she moaned, resting her head on her arm and turning her face into my shoulder. “This is so humiliating.”
“You wouldn’t come if I didn’t make you.”
“Is that a double entendre?”
“It’ll be reality in about thirty minutes when I get my hands on you…somewhere you won’t be worried about your mother finding out.”
“Oh God. If I don’t go home…”
“Darlin’, you’re going home. And I’m not leaving until you’re too tired to make me.”
“Oh God.”
***
When I drove past her parents’ house, no cars were outside. Jamie visibly relaxed, and I smirked as I turned off their driveway onto her extended one. I didn’t understand this set-up, but boy, was I glad I didn’t have to worry about parents.
Or making her be quiet.
When we’d fucked in the garage, it’d been raw. Rushed and desperate. Pure, hard passion that overtook everything else.
Tonight, it’d be different.
I knew her as a person now. I knew what she liked and what she hated. I knew fears and quirks, crazy stories from her childhood, just as she knew mine.
Now, I wanted to know more.
Wanted to know what she looked like without clothes on. Wanted to know if she was a sheet-grabber, or if she was a born scratcher. I wanted to explore her body properly, to know her outer shell as intimately as I was starting to know her inner one.
I pulled up next to her Mustang and put the truck in park. We both got out, and I walked her to the front door. “Do you need help to unlock your door this time?”
“I’ve got it, thank you,” she said sharply, but her lips twitched into a smile as she put the key in the door and twisted it. She bit the inside of her cheek as she looked over at me. “I guess you’re coming in?”
“Do you want me to go?” I met her eyes.
She looked at me for the longest moment, hand clutching the door handle. Her tongue flicked out over her lower lip, and the battle shone in her eyes.
She did, but she didn’t.
She wanted me, but she was scared.
I opened my mouth to tell her I’d go, to do the opposite of the very thing I wanted. The opposite of the need that was burning through my veins right in that moment.
But she beat me to it.
She took a step closer to me, cupped the back of my neck, and lifted her lips to meet mine. The kiss was hard and full-on, one touch that I felt down to my fucking bones as she answered my question without words.
She pulled back and shoved open the door. “Okay!” Her voice was a little too high-pitched. “Come in.”
I choked back a laugh, locked my car, and then closed the door behind me.
She discarded her shoes, keys, and purse on the floor and coffee table. “Do you want a drink? Something to eat? Should we turn on the—”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her against me. “I want you.”
“Oh. Okay. I just—”
My fingers dove into her hair as I kissed her. She’d talk for hours if I’d let her, but I wasn’t going to. I only had hours for one thing, and that thing was exploring her body. That thing was making her come, over and over, enjoying every inch of her until she begged me for sleep.
She gasped and pulled back. “Upstairs to the left.”
I scooped her up again, this time over my shoulder. She squealed once more as I clamped my arm around her thighs and moved toward the stairs.
“Will you stop manhandling me?”
“Maybe, but we move quicker when I make you move, and I don’t have a lot of time to waste.”
“Why?” she asked, pulling my t-shirt up my back. “Are you on curfew?”
“Ha ha. No. But we both have to be up early for work, and given your late appearance today, you owe me hours. Hours I’ll happy forget about if you shut your smart mouth and do as I say.”
“Do as you say? Are you into that kinky “sir” shit? Oh hell, do I have to call you “sir?” You can shove that up your—”
I pushed open the first door on your left. “Jamie, this is your towel closet.”
