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that. But
she’d spend the rest of her life kicking herself in the ass, that much was also
clear.
    The car came to a stop and she opened her eyes, not even
having realized they’d closed. She was glad he’d kept his hand off the
remote—she might have had to kill him if he’d buzzed her again. He seemed to
have figured that out on his own though, which gave a good indication of his
ability to pay attention.
    This time when he got out of the car, she waited, letting
him come around to open the door for her. She’d never actually done that
before, had no idea why she did now. Maybe because she was suddenly too tired
to figure out how to behave, how to act. She was going to stop worrying about
what he was trying to do, what he was thinking and planning, and how she should
be reacting. She was going to be herself, and if he wasn’t okay with that, so
be it.
    He reached down and she accepted his hand, letting him pull
her up out of the car. Her thighs ached, though how much was from the riding
and how much was from the vibrator she didn’t even bother to guess.
    She followed him into the house, standing where he placed
her while he locked the door and turned on a light. He came back to her and put
his hands on her shoulders, watching her closely.
    “You okay, baby?”
    “Sure.”
    “Why so quiet all of a sudden?”
    “I don’t know, just ready, I guess. Trying not to think too
far ahead.”
    One of his hands came up to her cheek, his thumb brushing
her lips. “I don’t see anything wrong with thinking ahead. Except right now I
can hardly think past this minute.”
    “What are you thinking, this minute?” Her words were barely
a whisper as her lips brushed his thumb.
    “I’m thinking how much I want to taste you again. I’m
wondering how wet you are. I want to feel every inch of your body under my
hands.”
    “So why are we still standing here?”
    “Because I can’t stop staring at you. You’re so beautiful.”
    The awe in his voice confused her. She didn’t believe him,
but she didn’t think he was lying to her either. Perhaps right now, in this
minute, he did find her beautiful. It was good enough for her. He didn’t move
though. Maybe it was time for her to make some moves. She may not have a lot of
experience, but right now she felt powerful.
    She brought one hand up to rest on his heart, gauge his
reaction. Her other hand went to his arousal, thick and firm behind his jeans.
He drew in a sharp breath and she smiled around his thumb. He eased it between
her lips and she sucked it in, hard. Heat flared in his eyes as she gripped him
with her fingers while biting gently with her teeth.
    “Oh, fuck, baby. Tell me you’re ready.”
    “I don’t know, Keith. Ready for what?” she teased, her hand
gliding up and down his length before reaching up to undo the button.
    “Uh.” He pulled his thumb back and bent at the waist,
putting his shoulder into her stomach and lifting.
    Shocked, she gave a small shriek as he carried her into the
bedroom. She slapped his ass but he just grunted and tossed her onto the bed.
Bouncing, she braced her hands on the mattress and looked at him. He was
breathing hard, his hands tearing his jeans open and sliding them down. Where
was the cool, sexy flirt from this morning? The in-control hard-ass from the
afternoon?
    He yanked his sweatshirt over his head while kicking off his
shoes. The buttons on his shirt came undone a lot faster than they’d been
closed up this morning and she licked her lips at the sight of that hard chest
again. He shoved his boxers off and she stared at his long, hard cock, jutting
out at her, begging for her attention. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her
mouth as he came closer.
    His hands turned their attention to her, starting with her
shoes. She let him take them off before scooting back out of his reach. His low
growl gave her goose bumps. She rose to her knees at the head of the bed as he
stood at the foot, face hard with desire. She pulled