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“He was my stepbrother,” she finally said.
“I didn’t realize you had siblings.”
“I don’t. My dad remarried when I was fifteen. Only for a few years, though. It didn’t work out. Jackson wasn’t good enough for them. She left my dad three years later and moved back to LA.”
“Ah. So I take it you didn’t get along with your stepbrother?”
“No. He was a spoiled, entitled asshole. And Dillon was his best friend, so...not someone I want to hang out with.” She shook her head and smiled. “Do you want to go? Let’s just get out of here.”
“I thought your dad wanted you to watch the bids.”
She waved her hand. “He doesn’t give a shit about art. He just likes showing off. Let’s go.”
“Where to?”
She wrapped her fingers more securely in his and pulled him toward the front with a smile. “You could walk me home, or I could walk you home. I’m not drunk tonight, Gabe.”
He followed her outside and they turned toward their neighborhood.
God, he wanted it. Wanted to touch her again, taste her again, make her come. And this time he wanted deep inside her. He knew he could make it good for her. But maybe... “We should wait. Just a little longer. I want—”
“Gabe.” She tugged him to a stop. “I’m not a teenager. I know what I want. Do you want it, too?”
She’d been nervous at the party. Uncomfortable. But she wasn’t nervous now. She looked up at him with challenge in her eyes. He backed her up until they were shadowed from the street lamps under a store awning. He pressed her back to the brick wall, but her expression didn’t change. She wanted him. She was daring him.
He dipped his head to kiss her neck, and just that touch made her moan. “You never told me everything, Veronica.”
“I did,” she whispered.
“No—” he pressed another kiss to her throat, then brushed his lips over her ear “—you didn’t. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to be that guy who just fumbles around and hopes I’ve got it right.”
She chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “As if you’d ever be that guy.”
He smiled at the compliment. “Tell me,” he urged. He wanted to know, but he also liked her secrets. He liked the honesty of them and the glimpses of her that no one else saw.
She finally nodded. “You won’t hurt me, Gabe. I... I’ve done things to myself. With my vibrator.” Her gaze dropped for a moment, and his heart dropped right along with it. God, he could picture her doing that. Doing to herself what no one else had done for her.
“You won’t hurt me,” she repeated, her gaze slowly rising to meet his eyes again. “You don’t have to be careful. I just really, really want to be fucked, Gabe. I want you to do that for me.”
Her words pushed inside him and squeezed out any reason. “Okay,” he whispered.
“My place?” she asked, tugging him back out to the street to make clear that she wasn’t really asking.
“Hey, what’s the rush?” he teased. “We could hang out at the party a little longer. Catch up with Dillon.”
“You’re very funny. Shouldn’t you be too turned on to joke?”
“I’m trying to take the edge off. It’s not easy to walk like this.”
Her laughter rang out in the night, a delighted sound that made him laugh, too, despite the ache in his cock.
“Good,” she said. “I’m glad I’ve made it difficult. But we’d better not go back to the party. It could be awkward. I made out with Dillon once, after all. Does that make you jealous?”
He followed her across the next intersection. “Do you want it to?”
“Yes! No one’s ever been jealous over me.”
“Then I can’t stand the thought of that guy’s hands on you. I want to knock him out. Then I want to touch you until you forget all about him.”
