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Beg him to come home with her so she could jump him?
Probably.
Don’t be stupid.
Sometimes a woman couldn’t help but be stupid. Especially when the stupid behavior brought a few orgasms in her direction.
“The blue Toyota.”
“Wrong again.” If he couldn’t figure it out, she wasn’t going to tell him.
“The gold Nissan. The Altima right there.” He flicked his chin.
Damn it. He guessed it. “That’s the one. Why do you care?”
“Let me go with you.” His eyes, his entire expression took on a pleading look and he reached out and took her hand. Intertwined their fingers and gave hers a gentle squeeze. The instant connection flared between them, hot and bright. “Please, Stace. Let me do this for you.”
“Let you do what for me?”
“I’m going to give you what you want.”
“And what is that?” Nerves danced along her skin at the intent she saw in his suddenly darkened gaze.
“My friendship.”
Chapter Four
“I don’t want it.” Stacy shoved at Eric’s chest, and he released his hold on her hand. Watched helplessly as she turned on her heel and strode away from him, toward the gold Altima just up the street.
He followed after her. No way was he going to let her leave, not tonight. “Why not?” he called after her.
“Because it’s full of expectations and bullshit that I don’t want to deal with,” she answered from over her shoulder.
She wouldn’t even turn to face him. Not that the view from behind was bad. She wore black pants that stretched across her ass and the sight of her ass made his mouth water. Her shirt was made of a skimpy sparkly fabric. He could see the tank top she wore beneath it, and he itched to touch her again. Slip his hand underneath those shirts and feel her skin warm beneath his fingertips.
He wanted her with an intensity that scared the shit out of him. And tonight, sober and without any sort of defenses up, he wanted to experience it. Experience her.
Just once. Just to say he had.
Eric frowned. That wasn’t true. He’d let her have him for as long as she wanted him. Which right now, didn’t look to be for very long at all.
She hit the keyless remote she pulled out of her purse and a beep sounded, the car lights flashed. She rounded the front of the car, her hand reaching for the handle and he was on her. Pressed her against the side of the car, her back nestled to his front. She struggled against him.
“Let go of me,” she yelled.
“Hell, no.” He pushed her harder against the car, his groin nudging against her ass. She felt amazing. Smelled even better and he breathed deep, buried his face in her hair. “I need you to listen to me, Stace.”
“Stop calling me that.” She struggled some more but he swore she weakened just the slightest bit.
“Calling you what? Stace? You don’t like my nickname for you?” He nuzzled the side of her head, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her forehead and his cock hardened.
“I hate it.” She went limp in his arms, her head falling forward to press against the top of the car. “I hate you.” Her voice was weak, she felt suddenly fragile in his arms and guilt assuaged him.
But he
couldn’t stop. Couldn’t let her go until he pleaded his final case.
“You don’t hate me.” He spun her around by the waist so she faced him and she glared up at him. Her expression was one of mass confusion. “You can’t hate me no matter how much you try.”
