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Cazzo.

Fuck it.

My fingers tensed as I tried to keep at least a shred of control. I slid my hand from her cheek into her hair, fisting it. Widening my stance to give me more access, I used my other hand to stroke from the nape of her neck down to her ass. I tightened my hold and lifted her slightly.

Everything about her drove me out of my fucking mind. I’d never in my life felt so unbalanced or out of control. And all I could think about was getting more.

Getting her naked.

Getting her under me.

Getting her taste on my tongue.

Gettingher.

Dahlia pulled her head back suddenly, giving me access to her neck. The skin was soft, her pulse racing under my lips.

“Theo,” she said, her voice soft and airy.

I bit down, loving her sharp inhale.

“Theo,” she repeated, her voice stronger.

“Hmm?”

“Luc.”

I snapped my head back. “What?”

“Luc is here.” Her lips were swollen, her eyes hooded. I wanted to strip her naked and fuck her against the car.

But not in public.

Maybe my garage, though.

Lowering her feet to the ground, I stepped away and tried to get my head together. I pulled my keys out of my pocket. “Traffic shouldn’t be too bad tomorrow, so leave around noon. Just press start on the touchscreen and the GPS will get you there. Call if you have any problems.”

Her lips tipped up. “You’ve got Luc here and everything. You’re very confident. And efficient. And a tad bit bossy.”

“It’s been mentioned.”

“Often, I’d bet.”

“You’d bet right.” I pressed the button to unlock the car and held out my keys.

“I meant what I said. Since I don’t see any dents or missing bumpers, and I feel confident about your lack of Bieber, I’m fine to just ride with you.”

I fought the need to back her up against the car again. If I tasted her, or felt her body against mine, neither of us were leaving.

“Next time,” I said instead.

“What’re we doing tomorrow?”

“Surprise. Casual and outside. Come hungry.” I grabbed the bags as we walked around to the driver’s side door. When I opened it, she turned suddenly, shaking her head.

“I’m not driving this.”

“Why not?”