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“Well, if you’re begging …”

She stepped forward, and he took her hands in his, bringing them up around his shoulders. His hands went to her waist, and under the parking lot lights, they swayed together, dancing to music no one else could hear, but she heard it clear as day: his shaking breath, his pounding heart, both in harmony with her own.

Some people gave them strange looks as they passed, but she didn’t care. All she saw was him, those beautiful blue eyes, that wonderful mouth, his steady arms around her.

Their dancing slowed until they stopped, bodies only inches apart. His eyes were wide as he looked at her, gaze dropping from her eyes to her mouth.

“I really want to kiss you,” he said, pulling her closer. “Lucy, please—let me kiss you.” Her breathing became shallow, and he continued, whispering in her ear. “Let me kiss you until your mouth is swollen. Let me touch you where you ache, taste you where you throb.” Her body trembled in anticipation at his low voice, the words he spoke. “Let me fuck you until you can’t stand straight,” he finished, nipping at her skin.

“Well,” she gasped. “If you’re begging …”

Finally, Grayson brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deep enough that she felt it all the way down to her toes. She kissed him back, both their mouths opening and their tongues clashing. One of his hands came around her throat, fingers pressing in with enough pressure to make her knees weak.

She twined one of her hands into his hair while the other roamed over his chest, down to his stomach, which she felt flip under her palm.

Lucy’s heart filled, expanding until she thought it would burst, her chest tight. Grayson broke away from her mouth, and she opened her eyes to find him looking at her, his blue eyes warm with tenderness. A small smile played on his lips, and she knew she mirrored his expression.

He cupped her face, bringing her mouth up to his again, kissing her harder. Grayson pulled her to him as he backed up against his car, bending so she had easier access to his face.

Lucy stepped between his legs, their hips aligned. A frantic cry rose in her throat as she felt how hard he was. Determination fizzed through her. She had been so close to him so many times without being fully satisfied, and she would not allow today to be the same.

“In the car,” she said, pulling away from his mouth to speak quickly. “Now.”

Grayson opened the door, sitting down in the passenger seat and pulling her onto his lap, her back flush against his chest. She rubbed her ass against him. He slammed the car door shut, enveloping them in the small space, where her gasps and his groans were all the more audible, the sounds turning her on further.

She pulled her cardigan off, throwing it to the back seat, and he kissed the side of her neck, hands reaching down to lift her dress. His teeth bit into her skin as he hitched the fabric up her knees, moving higher until his fingers ran against her thighs.

Anticipation beat through her, and she moved a hand behind his head, fingers twisting in his hair as he sucked her collarbone, her shoulder, whatever spot his lips could reach. His hands continued sliding higher, pulling her dress up until he reached her hips. She rose slightly until the dress was off her skin.

Grayson made a strangled sound when he felt her tight thong, and without the dress beneath her, she could feel him growing harder and harder. His fingers hooked under the strings of her thong, twisting them around his fingers. Her underwear pulled between her legs.

She moaned as the fabric dug into her. Her body rocked, burning with scorching desire. He stopped pulling and instead held down one side, inserting one finger under the other side to lift it off her skin.

He let the string go, and it snapped against her skin like a rubber band, biting with delicious pain. Swearing, Lucy threw her head back.

“Do you like that?” he asked, pulling and snapping it again.

She cried out, nodding. Her vision grew splotchy as her skin stung, but it wasn’t enough.

“How about I bend you over and spank you?” he breathed against her ear. “Would you like that?”

She really, really would. Whimpering, she nodded, grinding against his lap. She wanted to do everything with him, things she had never done with anyone else, things she had never imagined she would be interested in.

“Later,” he promised. “Now be a good girl and open those pretty little legs for me.”

He pulled her soaked thong down, and she lifted her hips so he could pry the underwear off from where it clung to her. The fabric dropped to her ankles, and she kicked it away, finally free.

She spread her legs wide, cool air fanning along her bare skin. He ran his middle finger up her seam, teasing her. She tried to lower onto his finger, but he didn’t enter her just yet. He made her wait.

Pulsing, she moaned his name.

Finally, his finger entered her, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip. As his finger moved inside her, she took his other hand, guiding it up over her body. She brought it over her breast, squeezing hard with both their hands over her dress.

He swore into her neck, biting her and adding a second finger inside her. She moved her hips urgently, riding. He pushed his fingers deeper, and she made a strangled sound, her entire body aflame.

“That’s it,” he said, fingers moving inside of her.

Lucy could hardly speak, so she just nodded, head moving against his chest as she moaned. He sucked where her shoulder met her neck, teeth rough on her skin.