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My companion gave a little huff of air that could have been a gasp or a moan. Her body twitched in her seat, a wiggle that sent my fingers higher up near the apex of her being. Her hand settled over the back of mine.
“Show me,” she rasped, eyes still closed.
I snatched my hand back and threw myself out of the car. I told myself I wasn’t running, but I sure as hell wished I could. Instead, I was rounding the car to her side.
With more patience and gentleness than I considered myself capable of, I pulled her out to stand in the silent parking garage with me. Her entire weight settled in my arms, and I maximized the opportunity by holding her too close, too tight.
Her drowsy eyelids parted and I found myself lost in her hunger, in the want darkening her eyes. She pressed her palms into my chest and slid them up to curl around the back of my neck.
“Darius?”
“Yeah, baby?”
She sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. “Would you fuck me if I wasn’t drunk?”
The sound of that word on Kami’s lips was nothing compared to the image of taking her right there up against the side of my car. I could take her up to my place. I could throw her on the bed, rip off her dress and sink home. There were so many different ways I could show her just how fast she’d be naked if she weren’t drunk.
But it was also not that simple.
Sober Kami would never have asked such a question. She never would have confessed to her soaked panties. Sober Kami was sweet and shy and innocent. Drunk Kami didn’t seem to have a filter and enjoyed causing my suffering.
“If you remember this conversation in the morning and you still want me to fuck you, I will,” I decided, confident she would not remember it.
“Promise?”
I went against my own better judgment and skimmed a curled knuckle over her cheek. “I promise.”
A sleepy, sloppy grin curled her lips. “Darius?”
I let my thumb glide over her bottom lip. “Yes, baby?”
“Call me your kitten again.” Her fingers slid up to tangle in the strands of hair at the back of my head.
My eyebrow arched. “Are you my kitten, Kami?”
Despite everything she’d said up until that moment, she blushed and dropped her gaze to my chin. “Yes.” She stole a hesitant peek up at me. “Can I be?”
I felt the growl crawling up my chest to wedge in my throat, a guttural vibration that made me tighten my hold on her even as I fought against my own body not to kiss her because I knew it would not stop there if I tasted her lips.
“Why do you want to be my kitten, baby?”
The mouth I was desperately trying to avoid pulled into a tiny, shy smile. “Because the way you say it and look at me…” she broke off, expelling a huff of air. “Makes my pussy want things.”
I shouldn’t have asked. I realized that after, yet my stupid brain was on a roll.
“What things?”
Arousal shone in the endless desert of her eyes as her fingers twisted in the material of her ridiculous skirt. “Your fingers. Your cock. God, I’m so wet. Touch her, Darius.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
I grabbed her hands before she could lift the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. “Do you want everyone to see your panties, Kami?”
She gave a drunken giggle. “What panties?”
“You were bare ass all night in that dress?” I snarled, fingers finding their way into her hair and fisting, thrilled when she whimpered.
