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“One hundred percent. I’m pretty sure your watch costs more than I could make in a lifetime of swinging from a pole with my tatas out, but you stood out in the rain with me, a complete and total stranger—and a lunatic of a stranger at that—for no good reason.”
“Don’t forget the shoes. Those are expensive, too.”
She rolls her eyes again, but she laughs as she does it. That sound does something to me. Zaps a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
A jolt I haven’t felt in a long, long time.
It crosses my mind out of nowhere how long it’s been since I fucked. I didn’t choose celibacy; it just hasn’t occurred to me in months to do anything different. Nothing called to me. No one spoke to me.
Until her.
But now, every cell in my body is suddenly screaming bloody murder. It wants to ravage something.
I have to hold back, though. Ravaging a girl like the one in my passenger seat will ruin one of our lives—but it sure as fuck won’t be mine.
And I’ve left enough damage in my wake tonight.
“To answer your question, I don’t know if it’s nice or not. I’ve never been any other way.”
“Sounds nice to me,” she answers at once. “All I do is give a shit. About my—well, you already heard the whole spiel.” She blushes and glances away from me like I won’t notice her shame.
“What else would you like to not give a shit about?”
She scoffs. “You name it, I’d like to not give a shit about it. I just want something that feels like mine, you know? Something I chose because I wanted it, not for any other reason.” She starts to tick things off on her fingers. “I mean, I go to a college I don’t like to take courses I don’t care about. I hate running, but I do it anyway, because I don’t want to be home any more than I have to. It’s just… tiring, that’s all. I’d just like to set it all down for a sec.”
“So do it.”
She laughs again, high and mocking. “You say that like it’s easy.”
“It is. It’s exactly as easy as I’m saying. The way to stop doing something is to just… stop.”
She tilts her head as she regards me from a new angle. I can’t see anything past the windows; the rain is still relentless. It looks cold and foreboding out there. But in here, the air is suddenly crackling. It’s alive—I’malive—in a way I haven’t been in a very long time.
And the chains holding back my lust are growing weaker by the second.
“When you say it like that,” she croaks, “I almost believe you.”
I don’t know if she knows it, but she’s leaning in toward me. Closer and closer. With every inhale, she freezes—but with every exhale, she inclines like I’m a black hole sucking her in.
Fuck, maybe that’s exactly what I am. I’m something she’s never experienced and, after tonight, she’ll never experience me again. It’s best that way.
For both of us.
Because nothing good can come of mixing my world with hers. She’s sad about college and Daddy; I have blood on my hands and skeletons in my closet and sins in my past that would make her fucking weep.
This close encounter is bad enough. Anything more than that would be devastating.
But here she comes anyway.
Closer.
Closer.
And I’m getting closer, too. She smells like jasmine and sweat and rainwater. Her eyes are bright. Her skin, soft and clear.
“I'll ask you one more time,” I growl. We’re inches apart now. She sucks in my words and makes them her breath. “What do you want? Fuck all the other people trying to get you to submit to their desires, to live according to their fears, to paint inside the lines they set out for you. What doyouwant?”
Her answer comes after the slightest moment of hesitation, and it couldn’t be better if I wrote it on her lips myself.
