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Dried leaves crunched right in front of me and stopped. I could feel him standing in front of me, still as a statute. The wind rustled and my hair tickled my cheeks. I needed to get a hairband from Asher to put the mass of hair in a ponytail.

I finally opened my eyes. Tobias’s features were shadowed and the moonlight outlined him.

Why was he standing here asking me questions? He hadn’t looked at me since the club.

Belligerence bubbled to the surface and I popped off the seat. His gaze dropped to the top of Asher’s unbuttoned silk shirt.

Without a bra and with the cool breeze, my nipples rubbed against the soft material. I tipped my chin up, trying to push through the hot embarrassment.

He wasn’t the one that caused the hurt roiling in my belly, but I was still upset with him. Tobias focused his attention behind me and his cheek ticked. Having him avoid me didn’t help my sensitive state.

My embarrassment won and I crossed my arms over my chest, curling into myself.

“I don’t mean to offend you with the sight of me,” I said through gritted teeth. His face blurred. I didn’t want to bedressed like this—looking all disheveled and unkempt. I much preferred my outfits, my blow dryer, my face serums . . . I sighed. The only reason I hadn’t gone absolutely nuts was because Asher had good taste in clothing and as loose as it was on me, the material was top notch.

I took one step past Tobias, my shoulder brushing against his bicep.

“I . . . have broken my vow of celibacy.” He inhaled sharply. “But I find . . . I cannot stop myself from wanting you.” His hands banded around my upper arms, squeezing tighter with each of my breaths. His gray eyes searched my face and settled on my lips. “Nothing has ever tempted me.”

Tears stopped brimming my eyes, but the remnants spilled over and trickled down my cheeks.

Tobias hissed, cupping my face with both hands. He thumbed away the moisture on my face and his lips parted.

The tip of his nose tipped up slightly. The refined and regal nose fit for an aristocrat.

“I . . .” I licked my lips.

Tobias turned his head at an angle, gaze fastened on my lips. He closed in and caught my mouth, swallowing my words.

Our lips met in a clash of desire. One I hadn’t expected from him. His lips pillaged mine, licking and nipping with hunger that tightened every nerve in my body.

“Tobias,” I said against his lips, muffled. “Are you sure?”

He molded his mouth to mine, making it impossible for me to say anything more. He remained bowed forward, making it easier for me to reach him. Tossing my arms around his shoulders, I sank into his touch, lapping and licking back with each ravenous kiss he pressed to my lips. Lust swelled and rampaged through my veins.

Tobias pressed his fingers into my waist and guided me a few steps. He could have tossed me about and I wouldn’t have cared, but instead he sat on the stone bench.

With his guidance, I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. The position lined up my pussy with his stiff cock. A groan wrenched from my throat.

Sliding my hands around his neck, the tips of my fingers buried into his silky hair. His face tipped up, and a strand fell across his forehead. The brown hair and gray eyes looked black in the shadows. I settled on his lap; a tingle worked its way up my spine. His eyelids fluttered and my attention dropped to the regal, strong bridge of his nose. The curve of his mouth remained soft.

I rolled my hips against his thickness.

Tobias groaned and he gripped my hips, grinding me down on him harder. A cry wrenched free.

“Mm, Catalina,” he murmured and forced me down to his lips. With his height and me on his lap, it lined us up perfectly.

His tongue curled around mine while he continued grinding me on him. I let him maneuver me as he pleased.

Lust licked over every inch of my body. Spurring on the swell of pleasure. My clit throbbed painfully. His movements held an edge of desperation. God, he made me so weak in the knees.

I desperately tugged at the sweats.

“Take it off me,” I breathed, and he tore the cotton from the seam, taking along my panties too.

I knew it was coming, but I still gasped at the suddenness. Cool air licked my thighs. I hadn’t needed to ask twice. My bare pussy settled on the wool of his slacks. My smile melted away, overtaken by a moan. The rough texture elicited a shiver. The fabric felt good against my needy wet folds, but it still wasn’t enough.

I delved under his sweater and wrapped my fingers around his waistband.