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She nodded, her kisses growing hungrier as I worked her with my finger. I wanted her to come, to hear her moan and feel her lose control beneath me, but I couldn’t wait. I needed in her now. Before she realized she was making a huge mistake.
Pulling my hand away, I hovered over her.“Are you sure?”
Becca swallowed hard, a streak of pink staining her neck. Arching up to meet my lips, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I let her lead, giving her one last chance to back out…please God, don’t back out.Her tongue plunged into my mouth, needy hands pulling me closer until we were skin on skin. It was a good enough answer for me, and I reached down between us, popping the buttons on my jeans. My dick sprang free, and I wrapped a hand around it. Hooking her panties to the side, I pushed inside her, groaning with every inch.
“Oh my God.” Becca panted, and the sexiest little noises I’d ever heard vibrated against my mouth.
There wasn’t much room to move, and comfort levels were at an all-time low, but it didn’t matter. Becca half naked beneath me was everything.
Giving myself a second to savor the feel of her, I nudged my nose across her jaw, pressing kisses to her neck, then I slowly pulled out before slamming back in. Becca gasped, her body jolting along the seat, her legs locking on either side of my hips. It was sloppy and awkward and uncomfortable as shit. But the sounds coming from her as I rocked in and out, over and over, pressing her against the old leather and dragging shudders of pleasure from her body were so worth it.
“Evan, don’t stop,” she begged, her head tipped back.
A familiar tingle started at the base of my spine, spreading out like fire. I licked a path to the curve of her bra, squeezing her breast out of the black material, and sucked the pebbled skin into my mouth. Becca’s whole body convulsed as she moaned my name over and over. It was all the encouragement I needed, and I skimmed a hand underneath her ass to lift her to me to push deeper, harder, until my eyes flickered closed, and I hissed out a string of cuss words.
Only the sounds of our beating hearts filled the otherwise silent Impala. I opened my eyes, drinking in the sight of Becca, her skin flushed and damp. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, while she caught her breath, and then her lids fluttered opened, her contented gaze settling on mine.
“Hi.” She smiled tentatively.
“Hi.” I kissed her deeply. “Are you okay?”
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and gave me a small nod, and damn if my dick didn’t stir to life again. She was so beautiful. And she was here, with me.
It was not how I saw the night going. I’d planned on going to Teller’s and watching from afar. Maybe dragging her ass out of there if things got too hairy.
“We, should, uh…” I couldn’t think straight, the car closing in around us.
“Yeah.” She laughed softly, sliding a hand up my back.
Before I moved off her, I asked again, “Are you sure you’re okay? I mean we didn’t use anything, and I—”
“Evan, I’m fine.” Becca arched up to kiss me. “I’m on the pill, so it’s safe, but if I don’t move soon, you’ll have to peel me off this leather.”
“Uh, yeah, okay. Here, let me get out first.” I backed off her, grabbing my t-shirt on the way out of the car.
It was colder than I remembered, but I’d been too consumed with Becca to notice. She swung herself into a sitting position, wrapping an arm around her naked body and I smirked. I couldn’t help it. She was such a contradiction. I liked it. The feisty no-shit attitude one minute, and the coy, modest girl the next.
Pushing the door closed, I gave her some privacy to get dressed. The sky was clear, and I leaned against the side of the Impala, watching the stars. It was always clear enough out here to get a good view. I came out here sometimes when shit got too much. It was quiet. And technically, it was out of town, so I always felt like I could leave behind everything, without really leaving it.
A knock on the window pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked down at Becca. She was smiling at me, her skin still flushed. I opened the door, and she climbed out. “Hi.” She blushed, and it was so fucking cute.
“Hi.”
“Evan, I—”
“Don’t, okay? Not yet.” I wasn’t ready to hear all her reasons for us not to be together. She’d given me another piece of herself here, but I knew that wouldn’t be it. Becca would still fight me on us.
I opened the front passenger door and waited for her to climb inside. “Let’s pretend until we get back into town,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
“Okay.” She settled back on the seat and waited for me to go around to the driver’s side. “What are we pretending?” she asked once I was inside.
I fired up the engine and put the stick into reverse. “That I’m just a guy falling for a girl, driving her home from our first date. I’m as nervous as fuck though.”
“Oh, yeah?” I didn’t miss the playful tone to her voice.
“Yeah. I’m wondering if she’ll let me walk her to her door and kiss her good night.” I glanced across at her, hoping to get a read on where her head was at.
But she was turned away from me, looking out the window as she whispered, “I don’t know about walking her to her door, but maybe a kiss in the car would be okay.”
