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The cream material has ridden higher, exposing more of her perfect creamy skin. Her messy brown hair brushes my jaw, and something sweet from her drink clings to her breath.
“That looks easier in the movies.” she whispers.
My fingers dig into her hip.
“But it’s okay, you caught me.”
“You were about to fall.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You climbed over a fucking center console in heels.”
She smiles. “Maybe I wanted to sit in your lap.”
My eyes close. “Laney, please.”
“What?”
“You’re really not helping.”
Her arms slide around my neck. Every muscle in my body locks. Then she shifts closer. Barely but it’s enough for her center to grind over my cock. Which is now painfully aware how warm she is, how soft she is. Separated only by lace and denim.
I’ve never been so thankful for tinted windows. The last thing I need is the press getting a shot of Declan Beckett’s sister riding me in the front seat of my Rover in a damn parking garage.
A rough sound catches in my throat before I can stop it.
Her smile disappears. Her eyes drop to my mouth and her tongue makes a hungry little sweep over her bottom lip.
Fuck.
I should move her. But I can’t help but remember what happened the last time I threw her off my lap. Instead, my forehead drops against hers.
Her breathing is warm against my lips.
“If we were in the Silverado there wouldn’t be a center console. Easier access.” She punctuates each word with her movements pulling back to look up at me, her green eyes holding mine captive.
Now my mind is flooded with images of her laid out beneath me in my first love, my old white Chevy Silverado. I would be lying if I said tonight was the first time I thought about it. That would be the night of the North Pines Winter Formal when she climbed up into my truck cab in an icy blue dress with stars in her eyes and when I dropped her off they were full of tears instead.
“You still have the truck right?” Her question brings me back from that cold night full of regrets.
“Of course.” My voice is hoarse. “It’s in Evergreen.”
“Well you’re not the only one. You know someone wrote a song about one.”
I nod because I don’t trust myself to speak.
“It makes me think of you. You know I always kind of imagined my first time being in that truck.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
She is dropping so many bombs on me, I’ll never get out of this SUV alive.
Even if you do, her brother’s gonna kill you.
“You can’t say shit like that. You have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me.”
“Then show me.” She rolls her hips again. It would be so easy, too easy, to just pull her panties to the side and do what I’ve been trying not to think about doing for five years.
