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“And what you’re about to do isn’t?”
“Completely fair.” I hung up the phone and shoved it into my pocket.
In the time it took to get her to the car, I could use half of my brain to take her in—all five and a half feet of her. Whatever her plan was seemed to be last minute from her choice of attire. The black leggings, the oversized tee shirt covered in splotches of paint, the pull-on boots, the wool coat that looked like it had seen better days…she must’ve been cold. It was freezing outside.
I shot Oliver a text that just saidturn the heat upas we stepped onto the road near the car. He gave me a thumbs-up through the windshield.
“Where are we going?” Ava asked, her voice smaller than I expected.
I opened the door to the backseat for her. “Does it matter, Ava?”
She hesitated, her green eyes raking over me as if she were trying to come up with a reason to run. But she didn’t find one. “No. It doesn’t.”
Thank God.
I ushered her in and across the leather seats before ducking down and sliding in beside her, closing the door with an audiblethudbehind me. The privacy screen was up and filled the gap between the back seat and the front, and even from here, I could hear the steady bass of whatever music filled Oliver’s ears.
My twitching hands wouldn’t let me stay put. It would have to do.
I climbed across the seats, twisting her in them with my hands the moment my mouth met hers again. She sighed into me, the warmth of her breath filling the space between us, and dear God, I couldn’t wait another second. I needed to touch her. I needed tohaveher.
I pushed her jacket off her shoulders and grabbed the collar of it from behind, wrenching it down her back. She let it fall from her arms, and a second later it lay forgotten in the footwell.
With one hand on the door and my knee on the cushioned seats, I pulled her body closer, forced her thighs apart so I could seat my hips between them. She worked at my shirt again as her kiss turned needy, her fingers in my hair and on my buttons, and I shrugged my coat off my shoulders to give her that extra bit of help.
I pushed her old band T-shirt up her stomach, my hand roaming along her skin, and just as I crossed over her ribs…
No bra.She’s going to be the death of me.
“God,” I groaned, breaking my lips from hers long enough to get the shirt up and over her head. “You drive me fucking crazy. You know that?”
My nails dug in so hard to the door that I could feel my nailbeds screaming and the leather scratching. It took everything in me not to do the same to her soft skin as I dropped my mouth to her neck, my fingers kneading at the flesh of her breast, the scent of her shampoo and body wash filling my senses.
I kissed the slope of her throat, over her collarbones, down her sternum. The car moved forward an inch.
“Is it bad that I like that?” Ava whispered, a little chuckle shaking her chest beneath my mouth.
“Driving me insane? No.” I laughed. Her hands gripped the sides of my shirt and pulled, freeing them from where I’d tucked them into my slacks. “I can’t get enough of it.”
She gasped a squeak as my mouth closed around her nipple, my tongue gliding across the erect little bud. Blood pooled in my already aching cock, and every movement I made, every stroke of my tongue or squeeze of my hands, was so goddamncontrolled so I wouldn’t devour her with everything in me at once.
Her hips ground into me in response, and I nearly lost every bit of patience I had.
I pushed her down into the seat beneath her with my free hand and bit down gently on her nipple as a warning. “Why were you there?” I asked, the words muffled through my teeth as I hooked my fingers in the back of her waistband.
She pushed the sides of my shirt off my shoulders, forcing the fabric to pool in my elbows and pull taut across my back. Her fingers felt like ice across my skin, but everywhere they touched seemed to catch on fire, burning me, consuming me.
“Ava,” I growled.
I glanced up at her face, and even in the low light of the car, I could see how flushed her cheeks had gone. Splotches popped up across her jawline, her neck, almost down to her chest. “You know why,” she said, her voice barely more than a breath.
“Tell me.” I pulled on her waistband, bringing it down over the curve of her rear.
She swallowed, and the curve of her throat shuddered. “I wanted to know if you’d like her. And I was terrified that you would.”
“Why?” Releasing her waistband, I grabbed for her feet, pulling the little zippers down on her boots and popping them off. They clattered into the footwell.
“Please,” she begged, her voice turning whiny as more splotches of pink appeared across the top of her chest. I bit down harder on her nipple. “Fuck, okay,ah—I picked well and that scared the shit out of me, okay? I don’t want to avoid you. I want you, and that’s pretty goddamn obvious right now. I want you.I want you.”
