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of the approaching psycho that’s making her breathless, but it doesn’t matter. Arousal makes your breath come faster, too, and I’m going to do my best to ensure Nico buys that we’re hot for each other—hook, line, and sinker.
    “First, I’m going to kiss your lips. Slowly, thoroughly, thoughtfully, to prove how much I love taking my time with you.” My thumb drifts back and forth, lightly caressing the under curve of her breast through her dress, watching her eyes darken as I hold her gaze. “And then I’m going to kiss you hard and deep. Give you a taste of what I’m going to do to you when we get home.”
    “What are you going to do?” Her tongue slips out to dampen her lips. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
    “I’m going to own your pussy.” The hair at the back of my neck lifts, some instinctive part of me warning that a predator is getting close even as my cock thickens inside my jeans. “I’m going to fuck you until you know who you belong to, and then I’ll fuck you again just for the pure joy of watching you fall apart when you come.”
    I lean in, pressing my hips to hers, pinning her against the car. Despite the awareness of our audience, I’m rock hard, and I know there’s no way Cat is going to miss it. Still, the moment her breath catches and her pelvis rocks against mine sends a bolt of lust surging through me. It’s intense, mind-blowing, and powerful enough to make my knees weak.
    I’m grateful for the support of the car as I bring my mouth to hers and murmur against her lips. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand and I have to carry you up to the roof for round three. And then I’ll have you up there, while the stars come out, and make you call my name so loud people three blocks over will hear you screaming when you go again.”
    “I want that.” Her palms skim down my back to cup my ass, making my cock swell even thicker. “I want you . I want you so much I wish you could take me right here. Right now. Just turn me around, lift up my—”
    I silence her with a kiss, and not the soft, sensual one I promised. This kiss goes from zero-to-sixty in three seconds flat. One moment we’re two people standing close, the next my tongue is in her mouth, and her leg is hooked around my calf and the hand I’ve been careful to keep beneath her breast lifts high enough to brush her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.
    She moans into my mouth and arches into my hand while her fingers smooth across my body, exploring with a feverish appreciation that makes me even harder. By the time soft laughter sounds behind us, I’ve almost forgotten that this is all for the benefit of someone else.
    But that laughter—low, deep, and seemingly sincerely amused—is like a bucket of ice water poured down my back. Or something worse. A bucket of week-old squid, maybe. Or a bucket of circus peanuts with razorblades hidden inside.
    It’s a laugh that says we’re not fooling anyone with our hot kiss, and I can tell Cat hears it by the way she stiffens beneath my touch, but I’m not about to give up that easily. I keep kissing her, stroking my tongue against hers, waiting until the bastard standing behind us has the balls to do something other than laugh.
    I don’t have to wait long. A few seconds later Douchebag speaks up in a rich, lightly accented voice that it pains me to admit is nice to listen to.
    “Imagine seeing you here, Catherine,” he says. “What an unexpected surprise.”
    I turn to face Nico, who has removed his glasses—the better to glance condescendingly from Cat to me and back again—and curse silently. I’m not one of those men who pretends he can’t tell when another guy is attractive, and this turd burglar is a damned good-looking guy. And a damned dangerous looking one.
    I twine my fingers more tightly through Cat’s, silently offering my support.
    It’s best if she takes point right now. I don’t know enough about the situation to make a judgment