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“I have to kiss you,” I say in a rush before I fill my fingers with the loose curls at her crown, lower my head, and capture her lips.
As she gasps in surprise, I thrust deep. Our suddenly rough breaths fill the car. I’m cursing the console between us as our kiss turns endless. I devour her with a hunger I can’t fight, and I’m vaguely aware of the momentary bright flash of headlights, signaling that the other couples have left the lot. Somewhere in my head, I know I need to release Nia, drive back to my place, then pray like hell I can persuade her to let me peel off her second-skin of a dress and take her to bed.
In the back of my mind, I’m still aware that I haven’t nailed a few hundred women, like my brothers did before they married. I’m worried that puts me at a disadvantage when it comes to pleasing Nia, but I want her too badly to let that stop me from trying.
Suddenly, her hand drops to my thigh. I counter, gliding my palm up from her waist until I’m cupping her breast through the thin white fabric. I brush the hard tip with my thumb, enjoying her throaty little moans and wishing like hell I had her naked.
When I reach inside the dress and lift her flesh from the confines of her bodice, she grips my forearm to stay me. “Evan, this is a parking lot.”
She means it’s a public place where people might be able to see us. I understand…but her panting little voice is subverting my brain.
“My windows are tinted.”
“But—” she protests…until I glide my lips up her neck and my fingers tease her bare nipple. “Oh…”
I moan in return. She has the most gorgeous scent behind her ear, thick and swirling, like amber. She’s musky, earthy…but with a hint of something sweet. It drives me wild. She drives me wild. For almost two weeks, I’ve questioned what happened in her dressing room. I’ve never been impulsive or felt so compelled to touch a woman. I never believed in an unstoppable need for sex, certainly never thought it could overtake my logic and overwhelm my better sense. Something about Nia has me questioning my preconceived notions. I’m revved up every moment I’m with her. And when I get close…
“You’re like honey on my tongue.” I lick my way up her throat, loving her whimpers as her nails curl into my thigh and she arches her breast into my hand. “So sweet. So addictive.”
“Evan.” Her head falls back, and she bares her neck in surrender. “Why do you make me feel this way?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” I nip at her ear, then dip lower to nibble at her neck.
“You know we can’t do this here.”
No, I don’t know that. As previously stated, my windows are tinted. But a glance around the interior of my car tells me I need to rethink this spatially. If we go much further, my six-foot-three frame won’t fit anywhere that allows me to get inside her.
Unacceptable.
Gritting my teeth, I pull away, tug my phone from my pocket, and ask it, “What’s the fastest way home?”
“Getting directions.”
By the time the device pulls up a map, I’ve already revved the car out of the lot and zoomed toward the highway.
Traffic is light just before midnight. I’m racing down the road, my zipper crushed against my aching cock as I remember the way Nia dances and smells and kisses.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, her voice low in the charged silence.
“That you get to me in a way I’ve never felt.” I swallow. “That when I touch you, I lose my head and my ability to see reason.”
“Lust will do that.” She sounds even quieter.
My first thought is to protest. I know simple lust. When I was married to Becca, I met beautiful women. Sometimes they even propositioned me, especially after I got rich. I never acted on the feeling. But the urgency flaring through my veins now isn’t like that. It’s…more. It’s something I don’t have a name for.
I don’t speak for the rest of the drive. When we reach my place, I park in the garage and cut the engine. Nia reaches for the handle of the passenger door.
“Wait.”
“Evan, it’s late. And I have a late night tomorrow, too.”
Because she’ll be performing. With her ex. I grit my teeth. I know I should let her go; she’s asked me to. I need to think about everything she said tonight. About everything I’ve realized.
It’s the last thing I want.
“All right,” I manage to say. “I had a good time tonight. Thanks for taking me to meet Lorenzo and Guilia, and for introducing me to the people you consider family.”
“Since we’re going to Hawaii, you’ll be doing the same for me.”
