“I’m fine.” Jian smiled, his chest heaving slightly. “I’ve taken down much bigger.”

“Seriously?” I stumbled into him as we walked back to the car. “You’re not hurt?”

“Knuckles might ache in the morning, but I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry for?—”

“No.” Jian cut me off immediately and slid his arm around my waist. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. If anyone should apologize, it’s me.”

“For?”

“Ruining the date?”

“Oh, honey.” I chuckled and groaned softly. “That didn’t ruin it. You defended me so quickly, and that was… that was pretty hot.”

“Oh, really?” A foot away from the car, Jian turned to me. His eyes sparkled, reflecting the streetlights around us, and the warmth in my chest flooded right down to my core.

Our mouths collided when I threw myself into his arms. He wrapped them both around me and pulled me snugly against his body, then lifted me a little as we walked. I slid both my hands into his hair and snagged the strands between my knuckles, pulling harshly in time to our kissing.

I had no idea how Jian got the car door open, but he quickly deposited me onto the back seat. Our kiss broke, and he slid two fingers into his mouth while I slid my hands down to caress his face.

“Are you horny?” Jian asked huskily, removing his slick fingers from his lips. “Do you want me to take care of you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I keep thinking of how you got between me and that man so quickly and I—hng!”

In a flash, Jian pressed those two spit-slicked fingers under my dress, past the seam of my panties, and deep inside me in one smooth movement. I arched up into his warmth and whimpered while his thumb slid through my slick folds and caressed my clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Jian growled. “Does it turn you on, what I would do to protect you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I pressed my head back into the seat cushion, blind to all other thoughts. I didn’t care that people could walk past and see or hear me. I didn’t care that we were right outside the bar where Jian had floored someone with one punch.

All I cared about was Jian’s fingers scissoring back and forth inside me while his thumb circled my clit.

“Tell me how good this feels,” Jian murmured. He lowered his head and peppered kisses along my jaw to my earlobe. “Tell me how turned on you are from the violence.”

“Oh, fuck,” I rasped out. Keeping one hand in his hair, I slid the other to his hot neck. “You were so fast, defended me without a second thought. He was twice your size and you just… punched him. You’re so fucking strong!”

“Yeah, I am.” Jian chuckled, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat. His tongue slid across my clavicle and rolled in the same way I’d been admiring in the bar.

“Please,” I gasped, tugging at his hair and rocking my hips down onto his fingers. “Please?—”

“Please, what?” Jian asked, kissing back up to my ear. “Do you want my mouth on you?”

“Yes!”

“Beg for it.”

The raspy growl in his words sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through my core, and my muscles clamped down around his thrusting fingers.

“Please eat me out, please. I’m begging. I want to feel your tongue doing that crazy thing. I want you to hold, tease, taste, and— yes!”

He moved so quickly that just as I missed his warmth over me, I melted to the drag of his tongue through my pussy. He pushed firmly against me, sealing his lips over my pussy and sucking hard. His tongue rolled and danced over my clit, his fingers thrust deep, and he utterly devoured me. He ate like a man obsessed, and pleasure coiled tight in my gut so quickly that I scarcely had time to embrace it before it burst through me.

I climaxed with a scream, not caring who saw or who heard. My body convulsed, and I jerked upward. My core rippled, my pussy clenched, and ripples of pleasure cascaded through me in hot, repetitive waves.

I was suspended for a few long, desperate seconds. Then I slumped back down, panting while my heart raced.

“Holy… shit,” I gasped. Jian’s licks of his tongue became softer, almost caressing my pussy as he cleaned me up. Then he was back above me, kissing me slowly.