Page 50 of Catch and Release

The thrum of the bass and the people dancing around them disappeared. All that was left was Willa.

Her perfect lips.

The feel of her body rubbing against his.

Her fingers tugging through his hair, pulling him closer.

She was warm and wet and perfect.

And he was going to come in his pants if she kept going like this, but he didn’t care. Willa pulled out of the kiss and, panting, looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Take me home,” she said.

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Willa felt Shawn trailing close behind her as she sought out Amanda and Layla. They eyed her curiously as she approached. Amanda was buzzing with anticipation, no doubt wanting the scoop on what exactly just went down on the dance floor.

And Willa wished she knew.

Nobody had ever talked to her like that—the way Shawn did. It made every guy before him look like a poor excuse for a dirty talker.

And God, she was soaked. She needed him. Desperately. Didn’t know how she’d make it the entire drive home before pouncing on him again, losing herself in the sensation of his calloused fingers running along her delicate skin.

“Please, for the love of God, tell me that is your hot neighbor,” Amanda demanded.

Willa grinned and bit her lip, then turned around. Shawn quirked a brow at her, clearly having heard Amanda’s question.

“That’s him,” Willa said. “And we’re leaving.”

Both of her friends were studying Shawn. Layla looked at him with curiosity, like a puzzle she wanted to solve. Amanda, on the other hand, was caught between looking amused by his sudden appearance and like she’d devour him if given the chance.

Willa understood the feeling. Her knees still felt weak from kissing him, and she was counting the seconds until she could do it again.

Amanda smirked, then leaned in to whisper, “I want all the details tomorrow.”

Willa rolled her eyes, then turned to Shawn, grabbed his hand, and headed out the way she came in. Once they got outside, he guided her wordlessly to where he’d parked his car. He lifted her into the passenger seat, his hands lingering on the curve of her hip. His thumb traced her lip reverently before rounding the car and climbing into the driver’s seat.

He put the keys in the ignition and looked over at her. Bit his lip. Dropped his eyes to her mouth. Then her tits.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She crawled across the bench seat, straddled him, and pressed her lips against his. Fuck, it felt so good. His hands rested on her ass, roughly pulling her into him. She moaned as he tugged her closer, and he kissed her harder, tugging her tongue into his mouth, nipping at her lips, using a hand to pull her mouth deeper into his.

God, she’d never been so turned on in her life.

It was like the last several weeks with Shawn had been nonstop foreplay, and she was finally getting what she wanted.

Needed.

Every inch of her body was hot with desire, and she grinded on his erection, coaxing a moan from him.

“Fuck, Willa,” he said, pushing his hands up her thighs and tugging at her panties. “How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m buzzed,” she replied breathlessly, kissing along his jaw. “Not drunk. You’re not taking advantage.”

“How many drinks?” he asked again, his fingers halting.

“One marg at dinner, one bushwhacker at the club.”

When he still didn’t move, Willa sat back and grabbed his face in her hands, forcing him to make eye contact with her.

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