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Ashley’s hand on my thigh is like fire, her voice teasing. “Are you okay, baby?”
I’m not okay, not while the scent of her is on me, making it impossible to think. Making me reckless.
I need to get out of the car, but not out here where we’re alone and the chance of this escalating is high.
Ash doesn’t want more, and she’s right. We can’t.
A sign points to a town with a gas station, and at the last minute, I brake hard and take the turn. Ashley’s nervous laugh fills the car as she hangs on for dear life. “What the fuck, Gabe?”
I shake my head, my focus on the gas station. On getting some space. On killing this boner, because fucking Ashley Foley would be a big, big mistake.
Chapter thirteen
Ashley
Gabeslidesintotheparking space, slamming on the brakes. He’s barely turned the engine off before he’s out the door. “Stay in the car.”
No way am I staying in the car. I’m half-blissed out, half-ramped up, and if nothing else, I need some chocolate. And I might be a little pissed off, and a little impressed he thinks he can go jack off in a gas station restroom when I’d be more than happy to—
No. I’m not going to go there. We’re even now.
Turns out, Gabe’s not getting himself off in the restroom. When I walk into the gas station, he’s perusing the chip aisle. I suppose it’s his way of pumping the brakes on this thing between us, and that’s good. Definitely…good…
The air inside is thick and heavy, like some kind of dream. Nothing feels real, except my damp panties. I can’t believe he fingered me while driving. That’s not Gabriel Sinclair. I got a glimpse of the real man behind the golden image and I like it too much. Gabe unleashed…
Distance is good. I’m all about that distance.
I’m such a fucking liar.
He sees me and locks his car with a key fob, even though we’re the only people here, apart from the clerk who hasn’t glanced up from his phone. We don’t say a word and he goes back to studying the selection of salty snacks and I move to the aisle of sweets.
My fingers skate over a row of chocolate bars. There’s breathing space between us, but it isn’t cooling me down. Five minutes post-orgasm and desire is still pounding in my veins. I don’t know if I can fight this. I don’t know if he can.
Our eyes meet.
In the space of a heartbeat, we give in. In silent agreement, he moves to the back of the store. I follow him into the ladies’ room. The scent of pine and bleach fills my nose as the fluorescent lights flicker on, revealing the surprising gleam of clean, white surfaces.
“Just one time,” he whispers as he locks the door.
I nod, reaching for him. One time is all I need.
We crash together—I fist his shirt, he lifts my dress, and our kiss is deep and dirty as he presses me against the wall.
“I can’t breathe when I’m around you,” he grumbles, and the heat of his mouth on my neck and the cold of the tile against my back battle for the shiver that rips up my spine. “I want you—”
I gasp as he slips a finger inside me.
“—out of my fucking system.”
I hold on to his shoulders, hitching one leg up his hip to open myself to him, riding his hand like I didn’t come on his fingers five minutes ago. He’s fast and hard bringing me right to the edge before pulling out.
“Dammit, Gabe,” I bite out in frustration as my fists tighten on his shirt and I shake him. He doesn’t give an inch. He might as well be a wall.
“I’ll give you more,” he growls as he lifts me and sets me down on the edge of the sink, then he’s sucking on my neck, pulling down my dress as I claw at his back. My tits spill out of my bra and I’m not worried I won’t get mine. His big hand grabs my breast, squeezing, kneading, my nipple going hard against his palm. I arch my back, his head dips and his tongue finds my other nipple. My back nearly blows out, his mouth feels so good. I fist his hair, holding him tight to me and he sucks my nipple so hard I see stars.
I need more, but he’s lost in my tits—he’s hardly the first to get waylaid by them. I drag his head up to mine, stare directly into his dark brown eyes, and say, “Fuck me. Now.”
His kiss has a bite to it, but like a good boy, he pulls my panties off, stuffing them in his back pocket. I won’t be getting them back and I don’t care.
