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“I’m sure I’ll fuck up one way or another. You’re kind of fickle.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“See, I’ve already done did it.” He chuckles. “I only mean you’re soft and sweet but tough too. I never know what I’m going to get.”

“So what you’re basically saying is that I’m unreliable?” I lift a brow, glancing his way.

“Call it whatever you want, sweet thing.”

“Isn’t that a bad thing? For me to be all over the place?” I’m not so sure I’d enjoy that in a lover. I’m not a big fan of unpredictability.

“Nope, I think it’s why I’m so drawn to you. I enjoy not knowing what I might get. It gives me a thrill when it comes to you.”

“So it’s all about the thrill? I thought it was about getting laid,” I tease, or at least I try to make it sound as if I’m joking. Vincent stops walking all of a sudden, turning me to face him.

“First off, last night was not about getting laid. Secondly, that’s not the only part I love about you. When I don’t know what I’m going to get, it keeps me on my toes. I have to adapt and read your mood so that I can make my move.”

“A move to get laid?”

“A move to get you to melt in my hands.” His hands go to my ass to pull me into him before his mouth comes down onto mine. He doesn’t have to demand I open my mouth for him this time. I do it on my own, wanting Vincent’s kisses. As pissed as I was when I drove home today, I was happy that I knew he was going to be here. I was hoping he’d be the distraction that I needed.

“Ahh, Emma got a boyfriend!” a teenage male voice shouts. I groan, stepping back to see Timothy sitting on his bike with Paul next to him. Great, this is going to be all over town in a matter of minutes. Do I hate that, though? To be honest, not really. Then maybe some of the girls around here will know to back off without me having to say it and give Vincent a big head.

“Timothy, you better keep that mouth shut or I’ll tell your mom about what I saw you doing over at the skatepark.” Both Timothy’s and Paul’s eyes widen. It’s one of the perks of sitting around waiting to get calls; you see and hear a lot of things people don’t want you to. That might not be the case here, but they don’t need to know that.

“We didn’t see nothin’.” Paul speaks for both of them before they take off on their bikes down the street.

“What did they do at the skatepark?” Vincent asks.

“I have no clue.” I laugh. “They’re always over there, so I’m sure at times they get up to something they shouldn’t.” I shrug my shoulders.

Vincent shakes his head and lets out one of his deep chuckles. Even his laughs turn me on.

“The more time I spend here, the more I want to stay,” Vincent drawls. A spark of hope blooms inside my chest. I snuff it out. How does he keep doing that? Getting these sparks to light up inside of me.

“You wouldn’t get bored? Thought you were always after that adrenaline rush.”

He takes my hand and turns us back around to start heading back toward home. “Life changes, and with that, the things you want in it change.” I swallow, trying not to read too much into that. “Your brother took off, and your mom is napping,” Vincent points out as we draw closer to the house. “I remember someone agreeing that I got a taste whenever I wanted. And I could use a snack.”

“Vincent.” I elbow him in the side.

“You enjoyed every second of last night. Told you I’m a quick learner.”

“You’re so full of it.” I roll my eyes. I find it hard to believe that was the first time Vincent went down on a girl, but I find it even harder to believe that he’d lie.

“And soon you’ll be full of me.” He gives me a gentle elbow back. I know he’s only teasing me back, but my sex clenches as I grow wet between my thighs. Still, I burst into laughter at his corny comeback, realizing what Vincent has done. Only a few minutes with him and my mood has changed. I’ve never really had anyone that’s been able to soothe me the way he does. Or maybe it’s that no one ever made the effort to do it.

I’m starting to think Vincent could be more than a fling. Hell, he could be my perfect match. If he doesn’t break my heart. If he does, I’ll have to break his face.

CHAPTER15

VINCENT

The house isquiet when we get back. I can hear Emma’s breath, slightly uneven as if she ran back instead of walked. Her hand twitches in my grasp. She’s nervous.

“Upstairs or downstairs?” I ask, letting her make at least one decision before I get her into a bedroom. She presses her lips together and gives me an uncertain glance. I smile and give her a slow, hard kiss. “You leave it to me, baby.”

I scoop her up and carry her down the stairs. “While it’s exceptionally dirty for me to fuck you in your girlhood bed, I don’t relish getting interrupted, so we’re going to play down here.” I set her on the bed and roll her socks off.

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