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“You can’t touch me like this,” she breathes, even as her fingers curl into my shirt. Her hips roll against mine, betraying her words with actions that speak much louder.

Our attraction crackles between us like a live wire—dangerous, electric, fatal. Every point where our bodies touch burns with an intensity that threatens to incinerate my self-control. Her pulse races beneath my lips as I suck harder at her neck, marking her as mine.

She’s poison in my veins, and I’m addicted. One taste was never going to be enough. Not with Eve. Never with Eve.

The scent of her arousal fills my lungs, driving me wild with need. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper as she squirms in my lap. One year. One fucking year without touching her, tasting her, being buried deep inside her tight pussy. The memories haunt my dreams, but nothing compares to having her warm and willing in my arms again.

“Please.” I growl against her throat, nipping at her pulse point. “Let me have you, Eve. Just one more time.” My hands slide up her thighs and around her waist, pushing her shirt higher. “I need to feel you again, love. Need to be inside you.”

Her breath hitches as my fingers slide down between us. She’s already wet for me—I smell her arousal all around us. My cock jerks in response, desperate to claim what’s mine.

“I’ve missed this sweet pussy.” I press my thumb against her clit through her jeans, drawing a broken moan from herlips. “Missed how wet you get for me. How you obey my every command in the bedroom. How tight you squeeze around my cock when I make you come.”

She whimpers, grinding down against my hand. “Zeke.”

“One taste.” I plead, voice rough with desire. I reach up and unzip her jeans, opening them just enough to slip my hand inside. “Just let me taste you one more time. Let me make you scream my name like you used to.”

My fingers slip beneath her panties, finding her slick and ready. She gasps, head falling back as I circle her clit. God, she’s perfect—responsive and eager, just like I remember. I want to spread her out on this seat and feast on her for hours until she’s trembling and begging for mercy.

“Need to be inside you again,” I murmur, sliding one finger into her tight heat. “Need to feel you come apart in my mouth and then on my cock. Please, love. Let me have you.”

I press my finger deeper inside her, loving how her pussy clenches around me. Eve buries her face in my neck, muffling her whimpers as I stroke her. Her thighs tremble against mine, hips rocking to meet each thrust of my hand.

“That’s it, love.” I growl in her ear. “Show me how much you’ve missed my touch.”

She’s so fucking wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I add a second one. My thumb circles her clit faster, drawing desperate little moans from her throat. The sounds go straight to my cock.

“Zeke.” She gasps, fingers digging into my shoulders. “Oh god.”

“Come for me.” I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk. “Let me feel you come apart.”

Her inner walls flutter around my fingers as she gets close. I can feel her fighting it, trying to deny the pleasure I’m giving her. But her body knows what it wants—knows who it belongs to.

“Please.” She whimpers, grinding down harder on my hand.

I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her cries as she finally shatters. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, rhythmic pulses of pleasure washing through her as she comes. She’s fucking gorgeous like this—head thrown back, lips parted, completely lost to the sensation.

When the aftershocks fade, I slowly withdraw my fingers. She watches through heavy-lidded eyes as I bring them to my mouth, sucking her essence from my skin. The taste of her explodes on my tongue, my cock continuing to throb with need.

“Fuck.” Her head whips around and embarrassment covers her face then relief when she sees the divider as if she forgot I put it up.

“It’s okay, love. You’re safe with him.” I pull her closer so I can breathe her in. “Pretend he’s not here.”

“Oh, god.” She covers her face in her hands and buries it in my chest.

I hold her close and breathe in her scent. My cock still aches for her. I didn’t expect her to be so pliant. If I asked for it again, she’d let me fuck her. I’m sure of it.

But her safety comes first. As much as I want more of her, I didn’t pick her up from work to fuck her. I need to warn her.

“You’re being watched.” I murmur against her hair. “The Columbus families have eyes on you.”

She stiffens in my arms but doesn’t pull away. “I know. There was a black SUV with tinted windows outside my house last night. They sat there for far too long.”

Pride swells in my chest. Of course she noticed—she’s a damn good detective. Her observational skills impress me.

“Smart girl.” I stroke her back, feeling the tension in her muscles. “But they’re not the only ones watching you. I have someone keeping an eye on things too.”

She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. “Let me guess—mountain man up there?” She jerks her chin toward Eli.