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It wasn't me.
I needed more.
I needed her.
Gripping the back of her neck with one hand, I pull Dylan forward again until her lips fall on mine. The kiss is chaotic. It's passionate, yet slow. Heated, yet leaving me with the chills of the late fall night surrounding the fire inside this truck.
There's such a rush to our connection, yet time feels irrelevant. Here with her at this moment, I imagine myself nowhere else. I'm not focused on getting back on the field, healing in record time, or football at all. She's masked my mind with only thoughts of her. It's reckless, and it's terrifying, and for some strange reason, I can't get enough.
All night I'd been eyeing her, wanting to touch her. Needing those perfect, lush lips on mine. I watched her smile. Heard her laugh. Now I need to make her feel.
My hand travels from her delicate neck to her chest, slowly trailing curious fingers until I'm cupping the side of her supple breast over her dress. She sighs against my lips and I swallow it down with a kiss.
She can feel how ready I am for her as she readjusts herself in my lap. I pull her against me, her tight little body flush with mine. I want her. Need her to make this pain go away. I crave the release that only she can give me. But I need to control myself.
“D,” I say, gently gripping her jaw and holding her back. “You've been—”
“Drinking,” she finishes for me. Pulling my hands down by my wrists, she places them on her hips as she rolls them forward on me again, causing a breathy groan to leave me.
“Yes, I've been drinking. Don't let that stop this. We need to accept this. You need to accept this.”
My head drops back against the headrest as I take in her words.God, she's still cheeky when she's drunk, feeding me the same shit I just fed her.
“I don't want to be that guy,” I reply with a sigh.
I'm battling my inner angel and demon. One says to leave this girl alone tonight. She's been drinking. The other says, wreck her until she's begging you to stop.
“I’m not giving you that choice,” she retorts, then continues softly, “I need this, Lake.”
Her plea reaches that sensitive part of me she always seems to connect with. I'm reminded of her truth. The inability to experience wild and uninhibited moments. Moments of stupidity that somehow result in some of the best memories when you're older and looking back at them. Mistakes that are made that build your past. A past she never knew because of her strength, her need for safety and security. She needs this night of recklessness, and I'm the man for the job.
I'll be the one to allow her to let go while making sure she remains who she is. A strong, intelligent, sexy woman. I'm catching her slippin'.
“You're sure?” I ask, needing to be absolute.
She nods. “So sure.”
Understanding those needs, I eye her breathlessly above me. Her lips are parted as she waits for me to decide what to do with her. Begging me with those glowing embers in the dim light of the moon surrounding us. She nods again, edging me on, and that's where I lose control.
Shoving off the jacket she's wearing, I toss it into the passenger seat before gripping the back of her neck as our lips crash together again. She wrestles to open mine, pushing it down my shoulders as I lean forward, slipping out of it.
“Oh, Lake,” she whimpers in that needy tone, and I really lose it.
I grip my shirt by the back of my neck, pulling it off quickly before my arms wrap around her lower back, needing her against my skin, her lips sealing to me like I’m her lifeline to breathing.
Her kiss does things to me. Wild, crazy, unimaginable things. It sets me off. Whatever this heart inside me is made of, it demands that I claim her. Possessive, in a strange, uncontrolled way. I wouldn't want anyone else's lips on me ever again. And the thought of hers on anyone else's? Never. Not happening.
She's mine. She has to be.
“Don't stop kissing me,” I demand before her tongue slips into my mouth, listening like a good girl.
I grip her hips, pushing her back on my thighs while my tongue glides perfectly along hers. My hands slip under the edge of her dress, skimming up the tops of her warm thighs before needy and demanding fingers grip the tights from her skin. With her tongue still toying with mine, I roughly rip the tights in the center, separating them until I make a large enough space for myself.
She gasps against my lips, sending me into a lust-filled rage. If she needs me like she claims, she's going to get all of me. Until she can't take anymore.
Sliding one of my hands into the hair at the back of her head, I pull her back away from my lips, forcing her to face the ceiling. Giving me a full view of her neck, she swallows, surrendering to me. Her chest heaves before me, choppy breaths escaping her. I peel her panties to the side and slide my fingers along her wet heat.
My name falls from her lips as I push a finger inside her.
