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So many questions and right now, she was giving him zero answers.
He lowered his lips to where a droplet of sweat clung to the edge of her hairline. The salty drop dissolved on his tongue as he buried his nose in her hair with a low groan. “Tell me to step back.”
Chapter Three
She didn’t say a damn thing.
He closed his hands over hers and laced their fingers. He moved his nose from her neck to buzz along the shell of her ear.
“Do you want me?”
Her chest rose and fell faster and her fingers flexed under his.
“Because I want you. I
’ve always wanted you.”
She drew in a ragged breath and let it out on a little moan. “This so isn’t a good idea.”
He scraped his teeth down her neck to her shoulder. “Probably not. Want to do it anyway?” He crowded in like he’d wanted to do since the first day he’d seen her. She was so damn small and compact in ways that made his mouth water and his dick take notice.
He was male, his dick took notice of women whether he wanted it to or not, but she’d been different.
She’d always been different.
And he was stupid for doing this, but he couldn’t think about anything other than losing himself in her sweet, tight body. To hold her there against the brick and slide into her with the night sounds and city lights blurring around them.
He hummed against her neck as he swirled the tip of his tongue around the little spiral of curls behind her ear. “Tell me to step back.”
She tipped her head to the side to give him more access to her neck.
Acquiescence.
Was he just wishing for it so hard he was blind to everything else?
She slid her ass along the front of his jeans with a long, slow undulation.
He released one of her hands then curled his fingers along her hip. He held her closer as he ground against the sweet curve of her ass.
She lifted her free hand to his hair and sank her fingers into his still-wet curls with a soft sigh.
“Hands back on the brick,” he rasped.
Her gentle touch would undo him. And right now, he couldn’t go there. He wanted to show her he could be everything she needed. Even if it killed him in the process. “You don’t want a Boy Scout, you’re not going to get one.”
She slowly lowered her hand back to the brick. “I was only kidding earlier.” Her voice was husky and low.
Enough that he knew she hadn’t been kidding. That if he was going to do this—if he was going to take this step—then it needed to be an all-in situation.
“Palms flat. Don’t move them no matter what I do to you.”
Her short nails went white as the pads of her fingers pressed harder into the brick.
He was certain he’d find her soaking wet if he slid his hand into her jeans right now. The fact that he was currently losing all blood to below his belt meant he was in a similar situation.
He’d played a little with a few girls who were adventurous, but nothing like this. Thrill coursed through him, adding a kick of adrenaline to the already precarious night.
“Last chance.”
