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His hand leaves my ass and slides up beneath my shirt, rough palm spreading across my back.
“You wet yet?”
My breath catches as his teeth scrape my lower lip.
“Answer me.”
“You’re incredibly conceited.”
“And you’re avoiding the question.”
“You don’t know.”
His eyes drop to my lap. “Want to bet?”
“Bitter.”
“I’ve been thinking about your pussy since you told me no the first damn morning I met you.”
The words hit me hard enough that my hips stutter. “That is not romantic.”
“Ain’t trying to be romantic.” His mouth moves down my throat while I’m still riding his thigh. “Trying to tell you the truth.”
“How much truth?”
“Enough to tell you I wanted you bent over that dumpster yesterday.”
I gasp, and his laugh is low against my skin.
“Enough to tell you I spent last night on that shitty couch with my cock hard because I could still taste you.”
“Jesus.”
“Wrong man.”
I laugh, but it breaks into a moan when he flexes his thigh underneath me. The pressure hits perfectly, and my fingers bite into his shoulders.
Bitter watches my face, then does it again.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Damn right.”
“You’re cheating.”
“Ain’t a game.”
“No?”
His eyes go black. “Not anymore.”
One hand slides under the waistband of my shorts at my back, fingers spreading against bare skin without going any farther. He still waits there, even now, even with me practically fucking his thigh through my clothes.
I lean closer until my mouth is at his. “What are you waiting for?”
“You.”
My heart stumbles.
