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“I don’t know how. It’s not like we’re next to a light and it’s dark out.”
“You’re such a smartass—oh.” He slides one finger inside of me, making my back arch.
Holden grins. “You were saying?”
I moan as he adds a second finger, too distracted and desperate to think of anything smart to say in response. “Keep doing that.”
The buzzing begins again, closer this time. I wave both hands, trying to smack it away. I don’t even care if they’re inside the car. I just don’t want toknowthey’re in the car or listen to the incessant drone.
“You look like a crazy person,” he tells me.
“I hate mosquitoes and I’m basically naked. I don’t want them to eat me alive.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“No.” I’m turned on and throbbing. Stopping sounds like a horrible idea. “Can’t you get in the car?”
Holden eyes the backseat. Thesmallbackseat. “How the hell is that supposed to work?”
I scootch back as far as I can. “Just get in. We’ll figure it out.”
He still looks dubious, but he listens to me, climbing inside and shutting the door behind him. I can’t hear the mosquito anymore, so hopefully it already flew out.
I crawl into his lap, my head rubbing against the sedan’s roof. His thighs are spread to take advantage of as much space as possible, his knees still smushed against the back of the driver’s seat. The mesh of his basketball shorts brushes against the wetness between my legs, both of us groaning when I settle on top of his erection.
“Can you come this way?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I tell him. “But I want your tongue.”
His eyebrows rise, surprised. “We would have been better off doing this on the court,” he tells me.
I roll my eyes. “Lie down.”
Holden listens, his eyes darkening to navy when he realizes my intention. His head and torso span two seats, his legs folded up in the rest of the remaining space.
Carefully, I move over his chest, wedging one knee between his body and the leather seat and the other half-hanging off the edge. It’s not roomy or ideal, but the maneuvering ends with my center directly above his mouth.
“I knew dating a smart girl would pay off,” Holden says. “This is genius.”
I laugh, not dropping my hips yet.
I want to savor this moment for a few seconds longer. It must be close to or after midnight by now. Later than I usually stay up, as Holden pointed out. Seven a.m. is going to come really early tomorrow morning.
But I’m exactly where I want to be right now.
And that’s when the car’s lights go off.
So much for being smart. It didn’t occur to me they’d turn off once the door was shut.
“Dammit,” I say. “I—”
I stop talking when his tongue swipes against my slit. My knees buckle against the seat, so I’m literally sitting on his face.
Holden doesn’t seem to mind. His hands slide up and grip my thighs, angling me exactly where he wants me. Exactly where I need him. Forcing me to accept the pleasure that’s rapidly building to a devastating peak.
I wanted to watch.
But there’s something sinful and exciting about him touching me in the darkness. The court’s lights a distant glow that barely reaches the car. My eyes have adjusted enough I can make out his silhouette, but that’s about it. The lack of sight heightens my other senses.
