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Delaney goes inside, and then Bryce is pulling out of her driveway and down the street. The engine revs as she pushes us past the speed limit.

“Is your foot feeling a little heavy tonight?” I ask innocently.

“Mmhmm.”

“You were also going quite fast on the highway.”

“I was.”

“Is there any particular reason for that?”

I’m asking for trouble. Every time I open my mouth, something devious falls out. I think it’s the horniness festering in my brain that’s driving me to push and push until she finally snaps and ravages me.

My not-so-subtle actions in the studio were affecting her so openly that I almost took pity on her and invited her into the shower with me afterward. My frosty couldn’t have been cold then or now if her life depended on it. She’d burn me the moment I touched her.

I’ve never felt so desired by someone before.

“I’m just ready to be home,” she says tightly.

I smirk, fisting my knee. “Any particular reason why?”

Her eyes flare with blue fire when she pins me beneath them. “When we get home, go straight to my room.”

“Manners, Bryce,” I murmur.

“Not a fucking chance. My manners are non-existent at this point, and that’s your fault.”

“My fault?” I ask with a mocking gasp.

“Keep digging the hole, baby. I’m going to have the time of my life making sure you lie in it.”

I laugh brightly, feeling the shine of bliss in every inch of my body. “Will you join me, at least?”

She flattens a palm to my thigh and holds it in a tight, reassuring grip. “I’d join you anywhere.”

“That’s a confident statement.”

“I’m a confident person.”

“You’re supposed to be my fake girlfriend.”

Her nails dig into the material of my jeans, and her jaw tightens before relaxing. “I’m not your fake anything. Use that term again and I’m more than happy to keep you in my bed until you forget it.”

The car comes to a jerking stop, and I realize a beat later that we’ve made it home. Bryce is moving instantly, and I get the feeling that I’ve maybe underestimated her promises. My excitement only grows, ramping up to an extreme that has sweat beading along my spine.

Without a word, she has the car off and is already slamming her door shut. In the dark, her figure looks like a shadow as she rounds the hood and heads right for me. I fumble with my seat belt and toss it across my body before my door opens, and she’srightthere.

“I’ll have you here on the street, Daisy. Hiding in the car won’t save you,” she warns, voice thick with desire.

“I’m not hiding.”

I hold her blistering gaze and slide out of the car, making sure my chin is tipped high. She may be a predator, but I’m no easy prey.

Her warmth is almost jarring in comparison to the evening chill, but I lean into it on instinct.

“My room,” she reminds me.

My skin feels like it’s melting to my bones as a flush of arousal ripples through me. I blink slowly and reach out to touch her, only to have her shake her head and lean back.