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“Honestly? I’d hoped, but…” She dragged her eyes down my body, lingering on my waist.

She really had no idea she was hot as hell. Guess I had no choice but to show her. “Let’s ditch this place,” I said, my hand tracing her collarbone, and she arched her back into me with a soft noise.

“Let’s… yeah.”

I was a little too aware of the similarities—I’d kissed Shane in this club too, and just like with him, I led Ryan out to the car, getting her in the passenger seat in between laughing and sloppy kisses, and just like with Shane, I had to pull it together and focus on the road long enough to drive. And Shane wasn’t what I wanted to be thinking about right now—there was a weird guilty feeling with the keen awareness that I’d been the one to get Shane and Ryan broken up, even if it had obviously needed to happen long before I entered the picture, and I was clearly on a quest to get into bed withoneof them.

But as much as I was aware of the similarities, I was more aware of the differences. Namely, that Shane was just a fun person to spend a night with, while Ryan was a woman dominating my thoughts and who I wanted to showeverythingabout what it was like with a girl.

And just the fact that I took her back to my place instead of going to her hotel room already made it different. I didn’t typically take someone back to my place for the night, and when I did, it was typically just if they were sharing a room with a friend or family member. I wasn’t going to read into why it was different with Ryan.

I’d barely parked the car in front of my house before Ryan met my eyes across the center console and slipped a hand onto my knee, and I couldn’t help sneaking in another kiss, leaning across to the passenger seat and finding her lips with mine. She met me with a fiery heat, murmuring hungrily against my lips, slipping her lips between mine, and I felt like I’d break when she slipped her hand up from my knee and teased the inside of my thigh.

“Jesus, Ryan,” I said, not parting far from her lips to speak. “Do you want us to get inside first?”

“Inside’s so far, though,” she murmured, teasing her fingers up higher, brushing along the top of my thigh. “God, you’re so… firm. That’s so sexy.”

“Ryan. If you keep going much further, we’re not going to make it out of the car.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” she laughed, kissing me again, fanning her fingers up higher, ghosting over the top of my thigh, so close to where I really wanted her right now that it took every ounce of my willpower not to grab her hand and move it where I wanted it, grind on her.

“I am not saying Idon’twant to have sex with you in the car, just maybe not for thefirsttime.”

She bit her lip, smiling brilliantly through it. “So you want me to take my hand away from here?”

“Wantyou to is a strong word.”

She smiled wider, and I saw stars a little when, slowly and deliberately, she moved her hand flat against the front of my pants, dragging upwards. “You’re so hot, Brooklyn…”

“Jesus Christ. You can’t blame me for this,” I said, slipping my hand under her dress, teasing up her thigh, and she let out a quiet gasp, pressing her head back against the seat, moving her hips, seeking me. God, I could feel how much she was blazing heat even before I touched her. So turned on and so unashamed of it… Ryan was going to make me lose my mind.

“Oh, god, Brooklyn.”

“You see what I mean, that it’s hard to think straight.”

“I haven’t been able to think straight since the moment I saw you without a shirt on.”

I crept my fingers up to the edges of her underwear, wondering how far I actually dared to go here in a car. “You’re so pretty when you’re feeling good, Ryan.”

She bit down hard on a moan. “You can see more of it if you just move… a little further…”

I guess that was how far I dared to go in a car. I placed two fingers at the base of her underwear, and I brushed them slowly, softly, up along the length of where this woman wassoakedfor me. Fuck me. She gasped, rocking her hips against me, eyes cracking and looking at me with the most delirious eyes hazed over with lust, and when I pulled my hand away, just looking to tease her, she grabbed me by the wrist and pushed me back up against her.

“Oh, god, Brooklyn,” she gasped.

“Ryan—” I started, my voice urgent, and I cracked when she moved her hand against me, too, a jolt of pleasure coursing through me and cutting off my thoughts. “Ryan, I need you to tell me right now if you actually want me to get you off in this car, because so help me god, I will.”

“I’m planning on getting inside. Just… I just need… just a little bit,” she groaned, moving her hips against my hand.Just a little bit.Yeah, we’d see about that. Ryan was so cool, polished, elegant, I never would have thought it would end up like this, fucking in the front of the car because she couldn’t bear to get out and walk the ten steps to the front door, but I was not sad about it. I slipped my hand higher, up to the band of her underwear, and I pushed down inside, my fingers finding soft skin slick with her wetness.

“Oh my fucking god.” Ryan clasped her hand over mine, through the soft fabric of her dress, and she gave me a breathless, wide-eyed nod, holding my hand against her as she moved her hips, rocking against me.

“You’re so sexy like this, it’s breaking my brain,” I said, moving my fingers against her clit. “God, it’s hot when you want to feel good.”

She closed her eyes. “I’m in the car with a fucking sex icon looking at me like she wants to have me for breakfast, lunch and dinner, of course I want to feel good with you right now. Jesus Christ, Brooklyn.”

This woman was very good for my self-esteem. I laughed, and I kissed her, capturing her in a deep, heavy kiss, sucking on her lower lip, swirling my tongue with hers, as I picked up the rhythm, working my fingers on her clit. She fumbled awkwardly in the cramped space to keep her hand up against me, just holding it there, clearly too melted just by the way I was playing with her clit for her to focus on it. I kept going until she was twitching and whimpering desperate pleas against my lips before I pulled away suddenly, one more swift, chaste kiss on the lips before I put her underwear back in place and sank back into my seat, and she gave me a wild look.

“Brooklyn? What’s—what’s wrong?”