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I tilted my hips. “I can’t believe I’m begging you to fuck me in your car.”

“I can,” he grinned impishly. “You’re a dirty little scientist, Coldwell. And I knew you’d be interested in an experiment.” Cal’s hands migrated to my hips, slipping under the thin fabric of my panties until he grasped the strips at my hips and ripped. He tore the ruined underwear away.

I gasped, lifting my head. “Did you just—?”

Cal arched one dark eyebrow. “Were you saving those sopping wet panties for something?”

“No,” I groaned. The vibrator tapped against my G-spot,igniting a fire of need with every pulse and buzz. “Take the underwear, my dress—whatever you want. Just please, Cal.”

“God, I love the sound of that,” he grated out, his voice rough and low. He smoothed his hands down my hips, around my thighs, and back to the apex of my pleasure. He ran his fingers through the slick folds with one hand while the other cocked my leg out far and supported my ass.

When he slid to his knees and lifted my hips higher, I sucked in a harsh breath. “No way. You can’t—I’m… there’s fluid.”

“Fluid,” Cal chuckled. “Only you would say that.” He adjusted his position, scooting me back and bringing his mouth between my legs. I fought for only a second, but then my knees were on his shoulders, his hands were under my ass, and I found myself tipped all the way back with my head bumping the gear shift and his breath puffing cool and soothing over my pussy. “I can, and I will, Shortstop. Now shut up and come for me.”

His tongue swept a slow, luxurious path from my aching center to the bundle of nerves that screeched for release. When he pressed the tip of his tongue against my clit, I was fairly sure I saw heaven. White and blue and bright yellow burst behind my closed eyes like a kaleidoscope of pleasure, and I moaned loudly, my arms bracing against the seats.

I needed more. I needed him to do that again because the symphony of the percussive torture deep inside of me combined with the pressure from his tongue was going to crescendo into something blissfully sweet.

Cal hummed against my sensitive skin, scraping his teethagainst my clit and giving me a streak of pain and pleasure. “You taste fucking fantastic.”

“Then eat me like you mean it,” I growled out in frustration.

I felt his laugh against my pussy, and then he sucked me into his mouth. I gasped, tightening every muscle from my torso to my toes, and then all the air left my lungs in a whoosh. “Oh my God,” I cried out.

Cal stopped and licked back down to where the vibrator thrummed inside of me. “Good girl, Ruth. You’re almost there.”

I couldn’t form coherent words anymore. They garbled out of me, unintelligible and full of begging nonsense. Cal circled my entrance with his tongue before sliding back up to my pulsing clit. When he pulled me into his mouth again, I felt and heard theclick, click, clickof the remote he had in his hand against my ass.

The vibrator went crazy. It stopped its staccato rhythm and revved up to an unimaginably strong buzz that electrified me from the inside out. I screamed, and like it had been wrenched from my soul, I gave myself over to the orgasm that had built so strongly, it went off like a nuclear bomb. Stars and colors and sparks burst behind my eyes just as my center splintered into shards of ecstasy. And while I shook and broke, Cal held me firm in his hands, sucking softer and easing away from my clit so I came long and slow. He turned off the vibrator then, and I almost mourned the loss of it. Then again, I was so drained of energy and feeling, I was surprised I’d noticed.

He lowered me slowly, slipping his hands up to my back and then pulling me upright so I straddled him on the back seat of the car. With my heart still galloping in my chest, I leaned my forearms on his shoulders and rested my forehead against his. “That… was…”

“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered. His hands came up to bracket my face, and he lifted me away just enough that I could catch his shadowed gaze. “Stunning, in fact. Ruth, you are… you are honestly perfection. In every way.”

I stared back at him in wonder. “You don’t really mean that.”

“I do.” His voice, although soft and ardent, filled the quiet space and left room for nothing else. “I have never held a more perfect woman in my arms.”

I scraped my nails along his jaw, holding his vibrant gaze. I licked my lips uncertainly. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.” His eyes softened with a hint of concern.

I focused on my fingers as they followed the sharp angle of his jaw to his neck. “I feel safe with you.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his fingers tightened almost imperceptibly, still framing my face. It wasn’t until I brought my eyes back to his that he whispered, “You are.”

I swallowed hard, and all thoughts of what he’d done to my body were replaced by what he was steadily doing to my heart. He was stamping it with kindness, one kiss at a time, one word at a time, one selfless, caring action at a time. At some point, those stamps would cover my heart and mark it as his. Completely his.

Chapter twenty-one

Cal

Cal

Iwas a goner. There was no other way to look at it. Ruth Coldwell had me so completely ensnared that I barely had room for rational thought. Even though I’d helped her clean up in the car and return her dress to a semblance of tidiness after I’d debauched her in the back seat of my car, I hadn’t moved past it. The feel of her softness under my palms, the taste of her, the sounds she’d made—they all lingered and pressed in on my consciousness, clamoring to be savored.

But then again, she was right next to me, and that still took precedence. She had her hand in mine, and her airy, powder blue dress swished against my leg with every step we took through the event center. It was impossible to divert attention from her even for a moment as she talked about her plans for Kiss-Met and the success she’d been finding with her clients. I smiled down ather, taking in the way her curls bounced against her shoulders and her hand fluttered to her face, looking for her glasses that weren’t there tonight.