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He exhales a wistful sigh before leaning down to kiss me, my hands moving up over his strong shoulders to clasp together at the back of his neck, his lips softly brushing against mine, capturing my breath.

It’s a long, drawn-out kiss, the kind that makes the world around you fade into a hazy blur of background noise, the kind where you don’t care what is happening or who else is there.

It’s just me and him. The kiss grows deeper, his hands roam lower and I can feel him hard against me.

A shiver rolls down my spine as something unleashes inside of me.

When he breaks the kiss, I nip seductively at his bottom lip and watch his eyes flare with a rewardingly fierce need.

‘Leo, I’m not sure I’m a big fan of how long we’re waiting in between our… dates,’ I say, our foreheads pressed together, his breathing fast and shallow. ‘And I know the other night, you were on about chivalry, which is really sweet but—’

‘Fuck that, let’s get you home,’ he says abruptly, reaching round me to open the door to the passenger side of his truck, ushering me inside.

I burst out laughing as he makes his way round to the driver’s side.

But if he thinks I have the patience to wait for him for the car journey home, he’s deluded.

I’ve waited long enough. I’m not wasting any more time.

I need him now. I move fast, hitching up my dress and lifting my arse to wriggle my thong down, dropping it next to my bag on the seat.

When he slides in and shuts the door behind him, I swivel towards him and before he can start the engine, I grab his arm and balance on it as I lift myself up to straddle him.

‘Iris,’ he breathes in surprise. ‘What are you—?’

Taking his face in my hands, I stop his question with my lips, covering his mouth with mine, his hands sliding up my legs over the bunched-up skirt of my dress to my hips.

I can feel how turned on he is and as I grind against him in response, he groans into my mouth and his tongue becomes as demanding as mine, gliding and caressing, igniting sparks that crackle through my body.

He pulls back from the kiss, his eyes darting to look out the windows at the deserted row of spaces either side of us.

‘You sure about this?’ he says in a raspy, disbelieving voice.

To answer his question, I reach for his right hand and move it to my thigh before guiding it up beneath my dress. His eyes widen and he gulps.

‘You’re… not wearing any underwear,’ he mutters, tipping his head back as I kiss his throat along his neck, tasting the salt on my tongue.

‘No, I’m not,’ I say smugly, threading a hand through his wet hair as I nip at the warm skin just below his ear. ‘Yes, I’m sure about this.’

The confirmation seems to give him the permission he’s seeking to be sent into overdrive, surrendering to the reckless abandon of his urges.

He’s suddenly kissing me again, hungry, ravenous, his fingers clawing at the fabric of my summer dress.

Before I know it, he’s hoisting it up, lifting it over my head and tossing it onto the seat next to him, his lips smashing against mine again, jolts of electricity ricocheting through my stomach at his fevered kisses.

I can feel how hard he is for me and he’s so fucking hot, I’m already panting and he’s not inside me yet.

But I know it’s only a matter of time and my core is clenching in anticipation, the air in this truck growing thick and crackling with desire.

‘Fuck, I’ve missed you,’ he whispers, one hand tugging the cup of my bra down to grasp my breast, the other digging into the skin at my hip. ‘Why did we wait so long to do this again?’

‘It’s all your fault,’ I say, breath hitching as he leans forward to skim his lips along my collarbone. ‘You were trying to be good, remember?’

He draws his head back to look at me, his damp hair more dishevelled by my hands than by the water, his lips swollen, his dark gaze searing into mine.

‘That’s the last time I try to be good,’ he growls, before he moves his hand from my hip down between my legs. My lips part with a ragged sigh and he breaks into a devilish grin. ‘Oh, fuck , you’re so ready for me.’

I whimper, merciless and reckless at his touch. I rock against him and he lets out a tortured groan, the thin material of his board shorts doing little to contain his erection.

He moves his hand back to my hip, frown lines deepening across his forehead.

‘Do you have a condom on you?’ he asks through gritted teeth.

I shake my head and he closes his eyes, muttering something under his breath that I can’t make out. My hands move to the side of his face, cupping his carved jaw, my brain marvelling at this gorgeous man.

‘Leo,’ I begin softly, but he cuts me off, his whole body tense beneath me.

‘I don’t have any in the car,’ he says, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

‘I didn’t expect you to.’

His eyes flash open at me and I smile, entertained by his reaction.

‘I’m on the pill,’ I tell him, leaning forwards to kiss his lips, unable to resist them any longer.

‘I’m clean,’ he says, his eyebrows knitted together as I draw back. ‘And it’s been a long time since I was with anyone. But I need you to be sure before we—’

‘You want me to beg you, Leo?’

His breath catches, as I rock against him, the feel of his huge, hard length rubbing between my legs making my body ache with heat and my heart race.

I’m not going to last long, I can already tell.

My hands fall to his shoulders, using him to balance as I lift my weight up and sink down on him again.

‘Is that what you want?’ I ask, a thrill shooting through me as he moans, shutting his eyes again, his hips pressing up into me. ‘Because if that’s what it takes…’

Leaning forwards, I brush my lips against his ear and whisper, ‘Fuck me, Leo. Fuck me right here in your car. Now, please .’

His hand shoots to his shorts, pulling them down and releasing his cock, pressing it at my entrance before I spread a bit more to slide down on top of him, both of us groaning together in ecstasy.

I don’t take him fully inside me at first, waiting until I sink down a second time to fill myself with his thick, hard length, gasping as I feel him pulse inside me.

His eyes roll back, his lower lip dropping as I lower onto him.

‘You feel incredible,’ he grunts out, moaning as I lift up and push down onto him again, addicted to watching him like this, wanting more and more.

His hands grab my hips, lifting me up and down on top of him, picking up rhythm, our breathing heavy and laboured.

As I lose myself in the pleasure of how full and good he feels, I let my head fall back and roll my hips, grinding my clit against him and moaning loudly.

I can’t help it, he feels too good, I don’t care who hears.

‘Oh my fucking God,’ he rasps, bringing one of his hands between my legs, his thumb working at my clit, drawing fast circles and making me clench. ‘You’re so tight, so perfect. So wet and tight. Fuck .’

The rough desperation in his voice spurs me on faster and harder, the thought of him being close to coming making a burst of heat erupt through my body, the throbbing ache between my legs picking up at a dazzling rate.

I dip my head to kiss him, my fingers tangling themselves into his hair and gripping it, his grunts and groans melting into my mouth, sending tingles down my spine.

I love that it’s me getting those sounds out of him, that it’s me that’s made him this hard and throbbing, that it’s me he wants.

‘Fuck, yes, Leo,’ I cry as he moves me up and down, his thumb massaging my clit, making my muscles tighten and flutter around him. ‘I’m close.’

He doesn’t need to tell me he’s on the edge of release; I can feel it, I can see it in his expression.

I grind my hips into him, the pressure building and building inside me until I can’t hold out any longer.

One more deep thrust and I tip over, waves of pleasure unfurling through my entire body, my legs trembling as they clench against him and I ride out the orgasm.

He comes at the same time, spilling into me and groaning expletives through shaky breaths, his head slamming back against the headrest before he lets it roll forwards, pressing the top of his head against my chest that’s heaving with every breath.

When he lifts it to look at me, his hands reach up to brush my hair away from my face, his eyes full of warmth and wonder.

‘Christ, that was…’ He exhales, struggling to find the right word, but I know it’s a good one because he relaxes into a wide grin, which is so cute and sexy, it makes me want to fuck him all over again.

‘I know,’ I say quietly, my heart thrumming in my chest.

‘Iris Gray,’ he says, pressing his forehead to mine and closing his eyes. ‘You may just be my dream girl.’