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“Don’t apologize to me.You saved my ass.”
Her fingers trailed over the closed hood as she stopped before Eb.“Thought you could handle things on your own.That you didn’t need saving.”
“You didn’t know that when you came riding to the rescue.You came because you were worried about me.”
Yes.She swallowed.“I dreamed of fire, and I dreamed of you.When the fire was closing in, you were there.”
“I won’t leave you to the fire.Not ever.”His voice had deepened.Gone so much rougher.
His voice scraped along her body and soul in all of the very best ways.“Like I said, I believe you.”
His jaw hardened even more.“Means something different to you…”
“What?”What was he talking about?What was different to her?
“Nothing.”Eb cleared his throat.“I need to shower.I’m sure we’ll be having a hell of a day.”He started to walk by her.
But her hand flew out, and she caught his wrist.“Don’t leave.”Low.Careful.She moved closer to him.Pressed a kiss to his shoulder, right through the white t-shirt.“I need…” But her words trailed off.Her fingers slid along his inner wrist.When he touched her there, sensation fired through her blood.Awareness.Attraction.He probably didn’t feel the same surge, though, so she should just stop stroking his inner wrist.
She let him go.
But in a flash, his hands had closed around her waist.“What do you need?”
Her lips pressed together.
“I will give you anything you need.Just tell me, Naomi.Tell me.”
Was this a mistake?Did it matter?Especially when the mistake felt so good?
“Naomi.”
Fine.But there would be no going back.“I need you.”
He lifted her up.Turned her and put her down on the Impala’s hood.Her eyes widened as her hands flew out and curled around his shoulders.“Eb?”
“Hunter is inside the house.”
She nodded but didn’t mention her accidental trip to his bedroom.No need to, ah, spoil the mood.
“No one can see us in here.And I want to give you exactly what you need.”
His hands flew down her body.He tossed away her shoes.Then those fast fingers of his moved to her waist.He unhooked the jeans, lowered the zipper, and started hauling those jeans off her legs…while she was on the hood of his car.“Eb!”
“Trust me?”
Her breath sawed out.“The car is supposed to be so important to you.Aren’t you afraid I’ll dent it or something this way?”
“You already did dent it—when you ran it into the biker.”
Oh, right.Her bad.
“And I can think of nothing better than fucking you right here, right now.”
That did sound promising, she had to admit.
“But I think I’m supposed to grovel.”He’d tossed her jeans and her panties to the floor of the garage.“So I should do that first.”He hauled her to the edge of the hood.Spread her legs wide.“Can’t say I have a lot of experience at groveling, so you’ll have to tell me if I do it right.”
“What?”