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“Almost?” I snort. “If there's any room for doubt, then someone needs a nice, long reminder of just how obsessed I am, Dess.”
I watch her shudder, hiding behind her blooming red cheeks and sunrise smile.
For a second, I think that’s it, that’s all she’s going to say.
Then she nods. Just once. Decisively.
“Well, okay. Let’s go find where we parked and—”
I don’t let her finish.
She’s airborne as I lift her out of the chair and we take off through the hilly streets like teenagers playing tag. I don’t even care that my hard-on makes it damnably awkward to run, or that she’s giggling and playfully fighting back when I finally grab her.
I don’t even care that this is the most ridiculous—and possibly the horniest—I’ve ever been in my natural life.
All I want is this bright young thing who makes me feel twenty years younger.
No, better, when my life at twenty-one was a living nightmare.
Dess gives me the laughter and the enjoyment I never had when I was truly young, and she's so worth the wait it leaves me dizzy.
We’re both winded by the time we reach the car, but it still doesn’t slow me down.
No driver today, just us, so no one inside will get the shock of their life when I throw her against the passenger door and kiss her life out.
Goddamn, this is good.
Every time we kiss, I feel like a starved man settling down for dinner as she kisses me back, my own steaming madness igniting her desire.
For her, I boil over.
Every. Damned. Time.
Soft lips move against mine with butterfly beats, and soon my tongue slides into her mouth, laying claim for the thousandth time.
It never gets old.
Apparently, I need to mark my territory daily.
Her moan is decadent. Absolutely fucking luxurious.
Honest to God, I could feast on her mouth forever.
But my body has other demands, and while I devour her, my hips wedge against hers, making her feel how hard I am.
She never stays quiet for long. She gets ten, maybe fifteen seconds in before she has to break away and tuck her head against my shoulder, gasping too loudly.
I don’t care.
A sinister part of me wants to make her scream, to show the world just how much she means to me.
I only hold back for her sake, knowing she won’t take kindly to being hounded by small-town cops.
She leans back, her eyes gleaming as she looks up at me. “Guess what?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“I love you.”
