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me; I can tell by the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the way that she’s rubbing her palms against her bare thighs. She liked me touching her when I shouldn’t have been touching her, and she liked touching me, too. She’s mad at herself because of it, but I’m guessing when I put my hand down the front of those skimpy shorts, she’s already gonna be wet for me.
    “I’m not sorry,” I say under my breath. “And you’re right. You don’t know what kind of household I grew up in.”
    That seems to have gotten her attention. She glances at me out of the corner of her eye, and then…then she fucking sucks on her bottom lip . Sloane is one of the most carnal people I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a whole lot of people. She takes the most regular of bodily idiosyncrasies and performs them in the most sexual of ways. No other woman could do what she does and produce the same throbbing, blood-pounding-in-my-veins reaction from me; when other women do things like that, it’s to draw attention to their mouth, and it’s usually blatantly obvious. It’s mildly entertaining, sure, but it’s all an act. None of that stuff turns my dick into reinforced motherfucking steel like Sloane’s entirely subconscious flirtations.
    She seems to realize what she’s doing and the lip sucking action stops abruptly. “You lied to my parents,” she says, as though she’s just suddenly remembered that point. “You lied about what you do for a living, and you lied about being my fucking road trip partner. I thought you didn’t do that?”
    “I don’t normally. I don’t lie to anyone. I will certainly never lie to you, Sloane, but I will lie for you. Only you.” Maybe the lip thing’s caused me to lower my guard for a minute, because it almost even surprises me when I hear myself say that. Sloane opens her mouth, looking mildly stunned. Now’s probably the perfect time to raise that fucking guard again, before anything else slips out. “Is there anything else, Sloane? We only have thirteen minutes left.”
    She makes a pssshhh sound, placing her hands against my chest, as though she’s about to push me away, but I pre-empt her, leaning in with my body so that I’m pressed up tight against her. I know she can feel me. I know she can feel my cock digging into the gap between her legs, begging to be let in. She swallows, and her fingers curl ever so slightly against my pecs. I totally have her.
    “We can’t do anything with thirteen minutes,” she murmurs.
    This is perhaps one of the greatest challenges that has ever been issued to me. I finally give in and let go of the smile I’ve been holding on to; it’s changed now, though. Before, I was merely entertained by how unbelievable this girl is. Now, I’m going to show her how unbelievable I can be. “Oh, angry girl. I am about to make you eat those words.”
    “What—”
    I completely ignore whatever she is about to say and lower my head so that I’m pressing my lips, teeth, tongue against the skin of her neck. She doesn’t get more than that one word out. She should have been expecting this. She should have known better when she put on those fucking shorts this morning. I grab hold of her hands and I clasp them behind her back, pulling her away from the wall. She makes a gasping sound as I collect her up—she’s not entirely weightless against me, which makes me incredibly fucking happy. She has curves. Nice ones that I constantly think about palming and licking and biting and doing all kinds of messed-up things to. If she were skin and bone and weighed nothing at all, then I wouldn’t want her the way that I do. I drop to my knees on the floor right where I stand, and then I fall on top of her, pinning her under my body. It takes me two seconds to find my way beneath the flimsy shirt she’s wearing. None of this shit is Zeth-proof. Not even close. I can’t get to her properly, so I tear the material, ripping it straight off her body. I lean back and let