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the windshield, the rearview, but only resting on the two of them a split second before moving away again.
    Flesh-on-flesh contact shocked his attention back to Rachel. To her small hand flattened low on his belly and moving lower. “Shit… Rach—”
    Her palm slid over his length, and heat blasted through his cock, into his balls. Pleasure sliced deep in his belly, and his eyes closed on a groan he tried to muffle against her hair.
    Why did this feel so good? Because they were in public? Because Rachel didn’t know who he really was? Because she was as sexy and ballsy as he’d found her to be over the phone? Maybe it was just all of them combined. And the alcohol he had on board. But something was different. He hadn’t gotten this excited by such little interaction in a long damn time.
    He fisted the soft strands of her hair and dragged her head back, then closed his lips over hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She gave back, deeply, erotically, while the stroke of her hand stayed perfectly snug and slow and maddening.
    He broke the kiss. “If you don’t stop,” he murmured, “I’m going to come in your hand.”
    She met his eyes. Hers were gold and dazzling with heavy lids when she whispered, “I’ll lick you off my fingers.”
    “Good God…” This had to be a dream. One he didn’t want to wake up from. “Where the fuck did you come from?”
    She grinned, and a grenade exploded in Ryker’s chest. He kissed her again, letting go of the resistance, the logic, the reservations, and took all of her. He loved the way she kissed, passionately, hungrily, openly. Inviting him to take everything he wanted. Ryker slid his hand deeper between her legs and found the lips of her pussy as wet as he’d imagined. Her little gasp interrupted the kiss, and Ryker pressed his mouth to her cheek while he focused on this new find.
    This new hot, slick, oh-so-fuckable find.
    She responded to every slight move of his hand, her body lifting and rocking to his touch. “Baby, you’re so sexy.”
    Her hand stilled, fingers wrapped around his cock. “Nathan…”
    The word was filled with questions and awe, and Ryker’s focus shifted from his own pleasure to hers. He moved his hand deeper between her legs, spread his fingers over her pussy—tight, small, hot. He wanted to shove his face between her thighs, make her arch and scream. And he wanted her screaming Nathan , not Ryker, like every other woman.
    “So wet,” he murmured against her hair, his fingertips covered with her, stroking the plump folds. “So soft.”
    “Oh, God…” Her voice grew lighter, tighter. Her pussy clenched and released as she lifted her hips into his touch. Her fingers tightened on his cock, creating both pleasure and pain.
    “Shh.” He eased her head to his shoulder to muffle the cries he planned to elicit. “Stay quiet, baby.”
    A subdued moan vibrated against his collarbone.
    Oh yeah. This would definitely take all night to explore. He loved the way she responded instead of demanded. The way she savored the fire instead of expecting it. The way she enjoyed what he gave instead of ordering him to finger fuck her right now.
    Yeah, he liked forceful, forward, and dirty. That was just his style. At least he’d thought so. But now he wondered if it had always been that way or it had become that way because it was all he’d ever known. Because this woman drew him and made him want to give more, and more. And more.
    Moving deeper, he slipped his fingers into her heat, just an inch, just to feel her. And, damn, she was perfection.
    A needy sound vibrated in her throat and she lifted her hips toward his hand, forcing his fingers deeper.
    “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
    Ryker moved inside her, stroking and stretching. She wiggled toward his touch, wanting more. He wished he could get deeper, give her what she was searching for, but they just didn’t have the mobility. Or the privacy. And he was already pushing those