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She breaks away from my gaze to turn and open up the door to the car’s back seat. She takes her bag from me and bends to place it carefully in the back seat. My heart about stops.

The black jeans she’s wearing, probably to match the uniform polo she has to wear, fit her ass like a glove. They’re so tight it’s almost like she was poured into them. The moonlight throws every dip and curve she has into relief. Instantly, I’m hard in my jeans, aching to touch her, to show her she’s worth protecting and keeping safe and that I’m the man who’ll do it.

I’m the only man who can give her what she deserves.

I suppress the urge to take her ass cheeks in my palms as she straightens whatever she needs to straighten in the back of her car. Almost as soon as she started, she’s done. Kat pulls herself back up to standing and turns to me. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t look down. A young woman like her shouldn’t have to deal with a guy like me losing it over her body. She’d never actually be into a man like me.

Unfortunately for me, those wide eyes of hers get curious. She looks me up and down, and just as she’s about to say something, she bites her lip instead. Her eyes are trained on the erection throbbing behind my fly.

Fuck.

“I, um—”

“Please, baby,” I growl. I can barely contain myself. She’s had such a long night, I don’t want to make it longer for her … “You should get in the car and get home where it’s safe.”

“I’m serious when I say thank you,” she says softly, her eyes finally trailing up to meet mine. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was beginning to turn a little pink again. She bites that lip of hers, her eyes dark with curiosity. “I-Is there a way you want me to thank you?”

Shit. Fuck.

“Little girl, don’t offer things you don’t want to give.”

Kat’s pretty brow furrows as she gives me an irritated look. “I’m perfectly capable of deciding what I want to share with a person.”

There’s no fucking way. There’s no way a sweet thing like her wants a man like me. “Kat, you don’t want me like that—”

“And what if I do?” she says angrily, her small hands clenching into fists at her sides as she stares up at me with a petulant glint in her eyes. “I have enough people telling me what I do and don’t want in my life, I don’t need it from you too!”

My head swims as every muscle in my body quivers with need. She’s got spark, and she’s not afraid to let me see it. I didn’t think I could have even stronger feelings for her but here we are.

“Then what do you want, baby?” I ask her, my voice rough with lust. “I need to hear you say it.”

“You. I want you, and I want to forget all the bad things that happened tonight.”

She doesn’t need to say a single thing anymore.

In an instant, I’m on her, pressing her against the car’s door frame as I capture her lips with mine. Her soft body fits perfectly against mine, filling my palms as I pull her close. Her mouth fights mine for dominance, and she whimpers and eases up when she realizes she doesn’t have to fight me like she must have to fight other things in her life.

Her hands come up to gather handfuls of my shirt, pulling me still closer. It’s all the permission I need to buck my hips against her, let her feel how hard she’s made me with that body and those eyes and that little bit of spark she has.

It’s been so fucking long since I was last intimate with a woman, and fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find someone as sweet as this. No one has ever felt this right before.

“Turn around,” I say against her mouth. “I want to see that ass of yours again.”

Breathlessly, she complies, turning and bending over. I palm at her ass with my hands, watching as her flesh jiggles just a little under the fabric of her jeans.

My hands drift forward around her hips to the button and zipper. Her hands brush against mine to help, and suddenly, I’m able to peel away her pants and underwear to reveal inch after inch of creamy pale skin. She whines as I carefully slip her jeans down to her knees, brushing my fingertips against her thighs.

“F-Finn,” she stammers. “What are you going to do to me?”

“You said you want to feel good, right?” I ask her as I settle on my knees, just behind her. Her pussy glistens in front of me, perfectly positioned and already wet and ready to be eaten or fucked. It’s all I can do to keep myself from leaning forward and inhaling her sweet scent. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Please,” Kat breathes, glancing at me over her shoulder with flushed cheeks.

That’s all the permission I need to start fucking her with my tongue. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands as I bury my face into her flushed cunt, letting her juices coat my face. Almost immediately, she starts to make soft, needful noises, bucking her hips into my face. I suck and lick at her clit before delving my tongue within her, dragging it through her folds to help her chase her high.

Fuck me, her pussy is everything I’ve dreamed of, yearned for. Nothing compares to this feeling, to making my woman feel good.

“O-oh, Finn,” she cries, pressing back onto my tongue.

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