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His nails drew lazy circles at the base of her spine, his gaze sharpening. “Are you sure?”

“Maybe I want to be crazy.” She flicked her tongue along his top lip. “Maybe we’re supposed to be crazy together tonight.”

His hold tightened as he pulled her off the car, letting her slowly slide down his body. His hardness to her softness, his dark to her light under the high-powered lights. “You want to drive or me?”

She reached for her bag that had fallen off onto the trunk and fished out her keys, holding them up for him. “How about I leave things in your capable hands?” Presley rose onto her toes and bit his lower lip. “For the entire night.”

Four

Vance swallowedhard as he shut the door after her. Her magnolia scent was lodged in his brain and currently ruling his cock. Hadn’t he just told himself that he wanted more from the next woman he got involved with?

One hot stranger’s kiss and he was ready to take her home. He was tired of the nameless hookups. Not even a full week had passed since he’d made the resolution and he was getting in this woman’s car to take her home.

Christ. Was he this weak?

Or was it really going to be something else?

Was he just going to be her adventure fuck? Because Presley had all the hallmarks of a woman who was just looking for something wild and different.

He walked in front of her car and couldn’t help but look at her. Dark pink lips lightly abraded from his beard, fathomless eyes, and summer bright hair.

Who was he kidding? He wasn’t going to say no.

Not with the rush of adrenaline riding his veins. He’d be whatever she wanted tonight. Romance, fucking—a mix of the two.

He just needed her skin on his and let the sunrise bring what may.

He got in, adjusted the seats to suit him and leaned across to her. He took her mouth hard. Instead of pulling back, she came at him with just as much heat. Her moans filled the car and buzzed under his skin. He’d only meant to kiss her once. To take her unique flavor inside of him to propel them home.

Now he was entirely afraid that he wouldn’t make it out of the parking lot.

Her cramped car was not where this needed to start. “Fuck,” he mumbled against her mouth.

She bit his lower lip and panted into his mouth. “Yes. Yes, please.” She gripped the front of his shirt. “Quick, before we have one of Syracuse’s finest giving us a ticket.”

He nodded and started her car, barely remembering to buckle his belt as he tore through the parking lot. Leaving early gave them one advantage—no traffic. But, as usual, the city was alive with people looking for a drink or dinner. He tried to tamp down his frustration as they hit light after light and the miles to go seemed eternal.

Especially when she laid her hand on his thigh, just high enough to remind him what the night would bring. He bit back a groan as he turned onto Lakeview Road and those clever fingers gained another inch of his leg.

Surely he could survive a few more minutes. He glanced at her in the dim light from her dash. The shadows broken by a flash of gold at her wrist and neck as she toyed with one of her pendants. She kept dragging it over her lower lip.

The lip he’d sucked and bitten. Did she still feel the buzz there from their wild kisses?

Her fingers tightened on his thigh as she smiled, her gaze still on the dark stretch of road.

Finally, the large gates of his development came into view.

“You live here?”

It was an oddity to be with a woman who truly didn’t know what kind of money he was worth. “I like the security.”

“Evidently.”

He waved to the man at the gate and resisted the urge to speed his way around the winding roads that climbed up to his home. All the houses along this stretch of Crescent Lake were either grouped into gated communities or had their own high-end security. Personally, he liked the homey community feel instead of being so separate. Even if that did mean a few nosy neighbors that he had to contend with.

It was the first place he’d actually set down roots since he’d sold off his Menu App four years ago. Such a simple application, but it allowed even the most non-tech savvy business owner to make their restaurant available in a mobile form.

Being young and shocked that the app had taken off, he had sold it before really thinking things through. Especially with the ridiculous dollar figure that the New York-based corporation had offered him. They’d cannibalized the programming and monetized it to the nth degree.

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