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holding back. No fear of falling too hard or too fast. Because with him there could be only this. Only now. She rocked on him harder, mimicking the way she wanted to ride him. Writhing, rotating with fury. She heard his sharp intake of breath. Felt him tense up. Then she heard his smile. Heard the satisfaction—and the determination.  
    “Sugar, you really need to come first.” He skated those wickedly good fingers up her thigh, pausing to push her skirt higher again so he could access her. And he matched her movements, rocking up against her, banging against her core.
    He was fucking still covered. She wanted him sheathed only in a rubber. But as he rocked against her, she felt it rushing up on her. She growled in frustration, about to come but not wanting it this way. She wanted it all the way.
    “What’s the bet the frigid bitch is still in there disinfecting the bar?”
    Savannah froze.  
    “So freaking uptight.”
    There were people laughing, talking, walking past the parked car.
    “But I bet she’d like it doggy.”
    Her blood iced.
    “You have a real thing about seeing her on her knees, don’t you?”
    Those jerks were walking past the car? Horrified, she couldn’t move. Thank heavens for the tinted windows. But that stupid thought fled as she felt a tidal wave of anger surge beneath her. She heard his muttered curse. Felt his flinch as he gathered himself.  
    Swiftly she moved, framed his face with her hands, drawing his attention back to her.
    “Forget about them,” she whispered harshly.
    “It’s that easy?”  
    “No,” she admitted. “So help me. Use that aggression. With me.”
    Beneath her finger, she felt a vein pulsing hard at his temple. “You want to forget?”
    “Everything,” she nodded.
    “So do I.”
    There it was. The lurking desire that mirrored her own. The need to forget everything even for five blissful minutes. What did he want to forget?  
    Why was he as eager to lose himself in that physical oblivion?
    But there was no time to wonder. He reached up and kissed her again. French-fucking kissed her—sweeping her away in a tempest of passion and anger and urgency —his as well as hers. She gasped under the onslaught and moved uncontrollably, circling her hips, rubbing her core over him again and again. She braced her hands on the seat behind him as he raked his hands up her body, locking her against him.
    “I want to kiss you. Eat you. Fuck you. Make you come so hard you can’t walk or talk after.” He yanked apart her shirt. “So many times.” He slipped his hands inside her bra, pushing her breasts up and over the cups so they spilt over them in even plumper mounds. He smoothed strong thumbs over her tightly puckered nipples, making her shiver inside. At her tremble, he pressed his face against her breasts, rubbing his roughened jaw against her, causing an exquisite pleasure pain in her nipples.
    “Kiss me,” she ordered.
    He kissed her breast. Sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Used a hand to torment her other aching nipple. His other hand slid up her inner thigh. Finally slipping beyond, and beneath the band of her panties.
    “So wet.” He paused from tonguing her nipple to murmur in a hoarse voice. “I want in.”
    About freaking time. But she didn’t get the chance to tell him. He returned to kissing her mouth. His fingers teased lightly, circling, tracing the intricacies of her sex. Making her writhe more, eager to guide him home. She wanted him inside her. Now .
    One finger teased, dipping only slightly into her. She growled against his lips. Not enough. She swore he smiled as he kissed her. An evil freaking smile.
    Then he pushed that finger right in. She gasped and arched. Only to her frustration he pulled out again. A second later he was back. She realized he’d crossed two fingers together to make a thicker rod for her to ride. Giving her as much friction as he could. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. While