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"Come here." I pulled her close for a long, deep kiss. She tasted like strawberries in summer and felt like heaven on earth. When we came up for air, I whispered in her ear. "If this is sloppy, I think I can suffer through it."

She gave me a playful shove to my chest. "Suffer through it? Just for that, I'm not picking up my shoe."

I glanced down. Actually, there were two shoes, not that I cared.

"Or," she continued with a tiny lick to her lips, "the rest of my clothes either." She glanced at the glass that separated us from the driver. She lowered her voice. "He can't see us, can he?"

I shook my head.

"Hear us?" she asked.

Again, I shook my head. "Not unless we press the intercom button."

"Good." She reached down and ran a hand over my thigh. Her touch was magic, and I felt my eyes drift shut. When her hand reached my hardness, I stifled a groan.

"Because," she continued, "I don't wanna wait."

"Yeah?" I leaned my head back against the seat and managed to say, "Waiting. Yeah, it's hard."

She gave my hardness a squeeze. "That's for sure."

I opened my eyes and gave her a long, hungry look. "You know," I said, "you're not like anyone I've ever met. One minute you're this, I dunno, upper-class neighbor girl, then it's like you're something else entirely. It's like you're two people, maybe three." I heard myself laugh. "But swear to God, I love 'em all."

Suddenly, she grew very still, and part of me wondered if I'd said too much. But, then, as if words weren't the thing she really wanted, she leaned into me and pressed her lips to mine.

From the way she was kissing me, I could tell what shedidwant, so I set out to give it to her. She was, after all, my birthday girl, and there was no way I could deny her anything.

Chapter 48

Her dress was strapless, and her skin was warm. She melted against me, trembling when I stroked her bare upper back. I reached for the zipper of her dress and pulled it downward as I kissed her, soft and then hard.

We were on the highway now, lit only with the stray headlights of passing cars. Light, dark, it didn't matter. The windows were tinted, and we were in motion.

As for me, I was in motion too.

I pulled back to nudge down the upper portion of her dress. At the sight of her nakedness, I sucked in a breath. There was no bra, only her swelling curves, tipped with those sweet pink nipples. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, wanting to smile against it when I heard Chloe moan.

She was my dream girl, and no matter where we were, or what we were doing, I could never get enough. I stroked her skin and made her squirm – touching, kissing, and squeezing until her nipples grew hard and her breath grew short.

Breathlessly, she moved forward to straddle my lap. With a desperate motion, she reached between us and tugged down my zipper. A split-second later, she pushed down my pants, along with my briefs. By now, I was breathless too, surging with all kinds of love wrapped up in lust.

I wanted her, and I loved her. Her skin was soft, and her touch was firm. She stroked my hardness until I was half insane. My eyes drifted shut, and my lips started moving. I whispered sweet nothings, along her name again and again.

Time stood still, but my hands kept moving. Desperate for the sight of her, I opened my eyes. Her head was thrown back, and her pulse was jumping. I wanted to lay her on the seat and take her right then and there.

Not yet, I told myself.

I reached under her panties and cupped her ass. Holding it tight, I leaned forward to kiss her mouth, and then her neck. I shifted my hips and reached between us. I rubbed my thumb on her favorite spot and stroked it in the way I knew she liked best.

She lowered her head and found my neck. Against my skin, she murmured my name.

In the passing shadows, I heard my own voice, ragged and raw. "Chloe, you're just so –"

Her lips found mine before I could finish. Her hand on my hardness said more than words. She stroked and squeezed and rubbed against me, driving me to distraction while my thumb kept moving.

Watching her, listening to her, touching her, it was almost too much. Her little black dress was hiked over her thighs. Her breasts were bare, and her lips were parted. I rubbed her clit and teased her nipples – tugging, kneading, and pinching just the way she liked.

I lowered my head and zeroed in one hardened peak, and the other. I ran circles with my tongue and sucked with my mouth, sometimes gently, sometimes harder.