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rubbing the inside of her bra, and the seam of her jeans felt like it was riding obscenely between her legs. She wanted to look at see if he was feeling the same— no, tell the truth, Michaela— she wanted to run her hand down the front of his fly to feel him, to see if he was hard, and if so, how big he was, so she could fantasize about him later.
    She was shocked at herself. This was nothing like her. She’d had boyfriends before, and the sex had been pretty good, but she’d never felt this intense craving before, never felt this bold.
    As if he were reading her mind, he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into his lap, making her grab his shoulder for balance. He set her down facing him, straddling him, and she got the answer to her question in way she wouldn’t have dreamed. Caleb didn’t grind against her, or pull her hips to his or anything like that. He left it up to her, how close she got. He just set about taking her mind and body apart with his mouth. Michaela couldn’t resist. She settled against him, and gasped at the hot, hard bulge in his jeans, shamelessly letting it press between her legs. She wickedly wished she’d worn a dress after all, just so she could feel it press against the thin, damp fabric of her panties instead of through a thick layer of denim. Oh, she was going to fantasize about this later, all right. Probably as soon as she got home, and with the biggest vibrator she owned.
    Or, that wicked part of her mind suggested, she could do more than fantasize about it. Caleb stopped kissing her mouth to press hot, breathless kisses along her jawline, moving to nibble on her ear. She couldn’t help it, she rocked against his hips, needing to feel him press against her harder. Her movements unleashed something in both of them. He slid his big hands down to cup her ass while he licked and bit at her neck. Michaela rocked her hips against him while he squeezed her and arched back, until their movements were an unmistakable imitation of what they were both hungry for. It was so much and yet not quite enough, the pressure of his erection almost reaching the sweet little swollen nub of her clit.
    Their breathing was fast and hard as if they really were already joined. Caleb lifted one hand to cup her breast, brushing his thumb over the erect nipple. Michaela dropped her head back to the sky and groaned at the pleasure spiraling through her. “’Chaela,” he said hoarsely, “I want to see you. Can I take off your shirt?”
    This was so far beyond proper first date behavior for her, and Michaela didn’t care. She stripped out of her cardigan and pulled the tank with the spaghetti straps over her head, tossing them both to the blankets covering the truck bed. For once, she wasn’t self-conscious about her round arms, or the little curve of her belly. Caleb wanted to see her, and she wanted to be seen.
    He groaned and cupped her breasts in both hands, lowering his face between them to lick and kiss at her cleavage. She leaned back to give him more access, holding on to his shoulders. “They’re so perfect,” he murmured against her skin. “So warm and soft.” He slid his right hand around to the clasp holding her bra closed. “Can I?”
    “Yes, god please yes,” Michaela said, cradling his head against her breasts, running her fingers over his short hair. He deftly unfastened the bra and it joined her other clothes on the truck bed. He zeroed in on one nipple with his mouth, lightly pinching the other with his thumb and forefinger. Was it possible to die from pleasure? She stared up at the starry sky overhead, lost in the wet heat of his tongue circling her nipple. She didn’t want to stop. If he didn’t respect her in the morning that would be his problem, not hers. If he wanted her tonight, she’d let him have her. Right now she felt like she’d do anything he wanted.
    He brought her mouth back to his, his big hands stroking up and down her spine. Her nipples teased against the