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“Is that it? Or do you want me?” I’m getting greedy, I know it, but I need to know I’m not just any man. It wouldn’t matter with any of the faceless, dark encounters I’ve had in the years since we last touched each other like this. But with Reese, it does. “I want you to want me, Reese.”

She swallows. I can see the way her throat moves with it, and I bring my lips to the delicate skin there, kissing her, flicking my tongue against her. I want to make a mark, to show everyone she’s mine even when I’m not with her, but she pulls away. “I want you, Eli. Forget what I said before. I want you to take me here.”

“No.” I kiss her throat again.

“No?”

“No. I told you, I don’t want to yet. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to taste you.”

Reese shudders, taking my hand and pressing it against her cheek, my thumb at her bottom lip, puffy from my ravaging them a moment ago. She takes my thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. My poor fucking cock nearly explodes.

“I saidI’mtastingyou,” I growl. I slide my hand back into her hair and tug backward, so her throat is exposed for me. Then I bring my other hand under her skirt, dipping under the waistband of her tights. We let out twin groans as my fingers press against her soaked panties.

“Fuck, Reese,” I groan, stroking her neck with my tongue. It’s how I want to lick her pussy. One long stroke to start.

Then absolute focus on her pleasure.

“People have told me I get intense about some things,” I say as I stroke the soaked gusset of her panties with the tips of my fingers. “That I obsess about them.”

Reese gasps as I slide a finger into her depths. I pull the finger toward me so I’m tugging at the sensitive padded mound of her G-spot.

She whimpers. “Eli—”

“I’m obsessed with you, Reese.”

I meant to say the words about her body, about what we’re doing. But as soon as they’re out I know that’s not all. I’m talking about her.

“I’m obsessed with you,” I repeat, whispering the words against her neck as I stroke her once more.

But I’m going to come in my fucking pants if I keep doing this. And if she comes, I’m a fucking goner. Reluctantly, I remove my hand. I pull her back with my other hand, still entangled in her hair, then slip the finger I just had inside her in my mouth, meeting her eye as I taste the sweet slickness of her.

Reese swallows, her throat bobbing, her pupils wide. “Eli, about what I said, maybe we could…”

But her eyes go wide, and I glance to the passenger side mirror. There are a group of people coming along the sidewalk, maybe thirty feet back.

“Maybe we could give them a show?” I tease.

Reese narrows her eyes, her lips twisting. I tug her skirt back down, and grip her hips to help her over to her side.

But she surprises me by dropping her face down and meeting my lips with hers. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she says against my mouth. “Would you stop me if I pulled your cock out right now, Eli? Took it in my mouth?”

I make a strangled sound as she slides her hand down over the bulge between my legs, gives me a squeeze that I’m surprised doesn’t make me wet my shorts like a fucking teenager.

Then, before I even know what’s happening, she’s up and off me, on her side of the truck, pulling her seat belt over her shoulder.

“I might just swallow,” she says sweetly, as the people pass by her window.

My heart thuds in my chest, my cock painfully squashed against my zipper. “You’re unbelievable,” I say.

She took back the upper hand, and I was helpless against her. Completely at her mercy.

But the best part isn’t what just happened. The best part is her face right now. A smile so wide it lights up the night sky. A laugh I feel in my goddamned soul.

CHAPTER17

Reese

TRACK:Andrea von Kampen, “Of Him I Love Both Day and Night”