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“I amnottrying to kill you,” I huffed.

He opened one eye. “You know Spanish now?”

“I know a lot of things now.”

The restraint he’d held onto broke in a flurry of movement. Fisting my hair, he tilted my head back. “Be sure,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Because once I touch you, I won’t stop.” Giving my hair a firm yank, he exposed my neck and swept his lips down my throat, his goatee brushing my skin.

Explosions detonated in my head as he pushed me toward the edge. “Oh, God, don’t you dare stop this time,” I gasped.

My words were his undoing. He reached over and grabbed the seat release, sending us tipping backward. I didn’t have a chance to protest. By the time I opened my mouth, he’d already flipped me around and had me underneath him, his tongue devastating me as his hands tore at my shorts. Mateo’s kisses were like a drug, and I’d become so high on him, I didn’t realize I was naked from the waist down until his skilled fingers found me again, this time without barriers.

Parting my folds, he slid one inside. “You’re drenched for me,mi amor.”

I moaned a response, the sound filling the silent car.

“Sí, tell me how much you want me.” He pumped his finger, and I grabbed the headrest, arching my back with a shudder. I was close—one push and I’d tumble over the cliff.

“I want you,” I begged. “Please, Matty...” As his name crossed my lips, I came so hard I thought I stopped breathing for a minute. Once I found my voice, I cursed, shaking and dazed with desire.

“Look at me,” he ordered. Opening my eyes, I found him poised above me licking his fingers with a lethal glint in his eyes. “You taste as sweet as I remember. I wonder if you feel just as sweet too.”

“Oh, God...”

“Do you remember our first time, Star?” he asked, wedging himself between my thighs. “You were a virgin and so tight you made me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I wonder if you can do it again?”

His wicked words made me delirious. “For God’s sake, will you just fuck me?”

A violent look passed over his face. Hooking a leg around each arm, he forced my vulnerability while looming over me like a phoenix rising from the ashes of our combined destruction. “Do you know what else I remember about that night?”

Unable to speak, I shook my head.

“I remember how loud you screamed.” His nostrils flared, and he slammed into me with one deep thrust until I did just what he wanted.

I screamed.

His possession was rough, and my cries pierced the night as he pulled out and drove right back in. Fuck, I’d forgotten how huge he was.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hips driving into me with a chaotic pace. “That’s the scream I remember. Give me everything that’s mine.”

I couldn’t have stopped the wave from crashing down on me even if I’d tried. I was too far gone, and he was buried too deep, his thrusts too punishing. I was paying for a sin he thought I committed, but by the time I trembled through another orgasm, I didn’t give a damn.

“Fuck!” Mateo ground his pelvis against mine as his cock jerked inside me.

At first, neither of us moved; we were too preoccupied with trying to catch our breath. Finally, I released my death grip on the back of the seat, and Mateo released his on the back of my legs.

Tell me you love me.

We were still joined when he froze. “Shit, Leighton, are you on birth control?”

“No.”

Tell me you love me.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. Kneeling on the end of the seat, he palmed his forehead. “I never...I mean, I always use a condom. You don’t have to worry...Christ, I’m such a fucking idiot. Are we in the danger zone?”

I scrunched my eyebrows together. “The danger zone?”

“Your cycle,” he said, retrieving my shorts and panties from the floorboard and handing them to me. “Is there a threat?”