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His arm bands around my back, his other hand cupping the back of my head, and he takes over.
Thank God.
His lips meld to mine, and he’s angling my head to take the kiss deeper. His lips are soft, but the kiss is potent, full of need. I whimper at the deliciousness of it.
I’m being kissed!
His tongue finds mine. He tastes of beer and man. His hardness presses me into the building.
“Carly,” he whispers as he kisses along my jaw.
I stare up at the pitch-black sky. He’s aggressive with his hands, moving to cup my ass and my breast. His touch is gentle, but insistent.
I love it. Need it. My nipple hardens beneath his fingers and my panties are no doubt already damp. If he touches me there, he’ll know how much I desire him, how much I need this.
I’m not broken. I’m not frozen. With every kiss, nibble, and lick, with every squeeze and caress, I’m melting. Softening. Heating.
Healing.
“More,” I whisper, rocking my hips into his. I can feel the hard length of him and he’s not small. Anywhere.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He moves his hand from my butt to cup me over my jeans.
I moan and then bite my lip. God, did that sound come from me?
I feel a smile pull at his lips as they move along my neck. “Like that?”
I roll my hips so he’ll press harder. The friction feels so good.
“You want to come, sweetheart?” His words are rough, spoken close to my ear. I should hate the endearment, but he’s cupping my center.
Do I want to come?
Yes. I do. I so do. My vibrator makes me come, but it doesn’t make me feel like this. Hot, needy. Achy. Desperate.
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
He deftly slides down the zipper to my jeans, and then he slips his hand into the gap and beneath the simple cotton of my panties.
He slides his fingers over me…and then into me. I gasp.
“You’re soaked,” he breathes against my neck. “Is that all for me?”
I can’t do anything but nod and let my head fall back against the wall. I haven’t been wet for a guy in forever. I’d be embarrassed how I respond to him, but he’s… God, he’s touching me just how I need. He’s skilled, his fingers curling inside me with expert precision indicating that he’s far more experienced than I am.
Yet I’m glad for it because it feels so good. We’re standing, fully dressed, outside a bar. If it’s this good here…
Holy shit.
I grip his wrist, not to push him away, but to hold on. I feel his tendons work as he rubs my clit and pushes me close to the edge. His mouth is on my neck, and he’s licking and sucking, surely leaving a mark for me to find tomorrow.
“Austin, I’m going to—”
“What the fuck is going on here?”
The shout breaks through the fog that is now my mind. Austin’s lips are instantly gone. So is his hand.
I’m so aroused I want to cry, but the voice is like an ice bath. Austin shifts to block me, and I can’t see who’s interrupted us.
