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I don’t make a sound as he slides my hips forward and works the tip of his hard cock against the patch of lace between my legs.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy in your little disguises,” he says through gritted teeth. Jake’s jaw ripples angrily.

I want to boss him around, tell him to do what we both need, before someone sees us. But his mind is right there with me. He can see this worry in my eyes, and he blinks.

“I got you,” he says, leaning in so close to my lips as he pulls my panties to the side and slips it in.

And oh god, I’m so wet there’s no waiting, no stretching, no period of adjustment. He’s just in me. A perfect, tight, unbelievably delicious fit.

And it’s big. Damn, it’s big and so much all at once. I gasp and tighten my grasp on his hard shoulders. Jake may be tall and lanky, but he’s so fucking strong as I claw and writhe against him.

“There she is. There’s my needy girl,” he says, driving into me deeply. So deep it makes me lose my breath.

Need and pleasure are twisted together with every thrust. So good, so damn good, but I need it to be quicker. I need him to finish, and I need to finish before we get caught. Before I fuck up my entire future.

But not this cowboy. There’s nothing frantic or hurried. He’s steady and firm and thorough. His eyes search me as we move together.

I can hardly stand the way he looks at me, like a lover.

It’s so unnerving, I finally fist the shirt at his shoulders and angle my face to the side and kiss him.

The kiss is immediately intense. Heat explodes over me as our tongues meet. Jake groans into my mouth as we explore each other. Is this preferable to the intense eye contact? I don’t know, but the kiss is glorious. Just enough scruff to let me know this is going to leave a mark. He tastes like coffee and sugar, and his mouth is immediately addicting.

I’m not ready when the grinding finds my clit. I let out a small shriek at the intensity of it.

He pulls back from the kiss, and his cheeks are red, his lips shining, his hair mussed. And he’s got a maddening little smirk because he knows he found my weakness.

It’s so good that my body wants to climb him. But he keeps going. Slamming into me, his powerful frame hits me right … there. Yes. There. Again. Please, please, please never stop. All these words, I want to cry out, but I have to be quiet.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I come hard with a feral, embarrassing noise. He keeps going, his body hitting my clit over and over until his own release hits him, and I feel his muscles tighten. The intentional thrusts speed up, and I know he’s close. I tighten around him, and he lets out a curse.

“Fuck me, Blondie. Holy shit,” he breathes.

His muscles relax as we come back down off the mountaintop.

The final kiss sweeps languidly over my throat.

“You got your kiss,” I say.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says as we peel apart and put ourselves back together.

“What do you want from me?” I ask.

“I want you to tell me your name.”

“I can’t tell you that,” I blurt.

“Fine. Just fucking text me and let me know you’re all right once in a while.”

He walks away, looking one hundred percent like a young cowboy who just had sex in an alleyway.

And somehow I’m supposed to get on with my day, because this was just blowing off steam.

Just another need fulfilled. A box checked.

Something like that.

Chapter Ten